Who is among you that walketh in darkness and hath no light? let him trust in the name of the Lord, and stay upon his God.—Isaiah 50:10.
The heart that yet can hope and trust,
And cry to Thee, though from the dust,
Is all unconquered still.
Press this upon thy soul, for there is not such another charm for all its fears and disquiet; therefore repeat it still with David, sing this till it be stilled, and chide thy distrustful heart into believing:”Why art thou cast down, O my soul, and why art thou disquieted within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him.” Though I am all out of tune for the present, never a right thing in my soul, yet He will put forth His hand and redress all, and I shall yet once again praise, and therefore, even now, I will hope.
Oh, that we could breathe out new hope, and new submission, every day. Our waters are but ebb, and come neither to our chin, nor to the stopping of our breath. I may see (if I would borrow eyes from Christ) dry land, and that near: why then should we not laugh at adversity, and scorn our short-born and soon-dying temptations?