10. My heart panteth. Here begins another tale
of woe. He was so dreadfully pained by the unkindness of friends that his heart
was in a state of perpetual palpitation. The soul seeks sympathy in sorrow, and
if it finds none, its sorrowful heartthrobs are incessant. My strengthfaileth me. What with disease and distraction, he was weakened and ready to
expire. A sense of sin, and a clear perception that none can help us in our
distress, are enough to bring a man to death’s door, especially if there be
none to speak a gentle word, and point the broken spirit to the beloved
Physician. As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me. Those
who were the very light of his eyes forsook him. Hope, the last lamp of night,
was ready to go out. Here we have some of us been; and here should we have
perished had not infinite mercy interposed. Now, as we remember the
lovingkindness of the Lord, we see how good it was for us to find our own
strength fail, since it drove us to the strong for strength; and how right it
was that our light should all be quenched, that the Lord’s light should be all
in all to us.
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