My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken thou me according to thy word. Psalms 119:25. For I have satiated the weary soul, and I have replenished every sorrowful soul. Jeremiah 31:25; Isaiah 57:15.
He who is not weary has no taste for rest, nor does he need refreshment. But when the soul is deeply bowed down and turns like a worm in the dust; when it deeply feels its misery, poverty, faintness, shortcomings, and sinfulness, and cries to the Lord for mercy He comes and revives the weary soul with His peace, that ’’surpasseth all understanding;" then He fills the hungry soul, the soul anxious for salvation, with heavenly good things, and pours out the treasures of grace in its bosom so that it believes itself at once transferred from a wilderness to a paradise, from hell to heaven, from the devil to the angels. He who is in the first state should also believe in the second. For as the first is accomplished, so must also the second surely come. Everything has its time. After the drought, the rain comes at length. The day follows the night.
To Thee I tell each rising grief,
For Thou alone canst heal;
Thy Word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.