“He hath sent Me to bind up the broken-hearted. ” – Isaiah 61:1

Some hearts want more than words. The choicest consolations that can be conveyed in human speech will not reach their case; the wounds of their hearts are deep, they are not flesh cuts, but horrible gashes which lay bare the bone, and threaten ere long to kill unless they be skillfully closed. It is, therefore, a great joy to know that the generous Friend who, in the text, promises to deal with the sorrowing, is fully competent to meet the most frightful cases. Jehovah Rophi is the name of Jesus of Nazareth; He is in His own person the Lord that healeth us. He is the beloved physician of men’s souls. “By His stripes we are healed.” Himself took our infirmities, and bare our sicknesses, and He is able now with a word to heal all our diseases, whatever they may be. Joy to you, ye sons of mourning; congratulations to you, ye daughters of despondency: He who comes to comfort you can not only preach with His tongue, but He can bind up with His hand. “He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. He telleth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by their names.” Precious promises are for poverty-stricken saints. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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