Comfort ye, comfort ye My people, saith your God. – Isaiah 40:1

Did you never feel, while cast down, on a sudden lifted up, when some precious promise has come home to your soul? This is the happy experience of all the saints.

“Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings:
It is the Lord who rises
With healing in His wings.
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again,
A season of clear shining
To cheer it, after rain.”

Our ever gracious and almighty Lord knows how to comfort His children, and be assured He will not leave them comfortless. He who bids His ministers again and again attend to this duty, and says, “Comfort ye, comfort ye my people,” will not Himself neglect to give them consolation. If you are very heavy, there is the more room for the display of His grace in you, by making you very joyful in His ways. Do not despair; do not say, “I have fallen too low, my harp has been so long upon the willows that it has forgotten Zion’s joyful tunes.” Oh, no, you shall lay your fingers amongst the old accustomed strings, and the art of making melody shall come back to you, and your heart shall once more be glad. My prayer is that every holy mourner may have a time of sweet rejoicing while sitting at the Master’s feet in a waiting posture.~ C.H. Spurgeon

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