“I Will Not Leave Thee”

God is with us in our sorrows.  There is no pang that rends the heart, I might almost say, not one which disturbs the body, but what Jesus Christ has been with us in it all.

Feel you the sorrows of poverty?  He “hath not where to lay His head.”

Do you endure the grief of bereavement?  Jesus wept at the tomb of Lazarus.

Have you been slandered for righteousness’ sake, and has it vexed your spirit?  He said, “Reproach hath broken My heart.”

Have you been betrayed?  Do not forget that He, too, had His familiar friend who sold Him for the price of a slave.

On what stormy seas have you been tossed which have not roared about His boat?  Never glen of adversity so dark, so deep, apparently to pathless, but what is stooping down you may discover the footprints of the Crucified One.

In the fires and in the rivers, in the cold night and under the burning sun, He cries, “I am with thee; be not dismayed; for I am both thy Companion and thy God.”