17. But I am poor and needy. The man
of sorrows closes with another appeal based upon his affliction and poverty. Yet the Lord thinketh upon me.
Sweet was this solace to the holy heart of the great sufferer. The Lord’s
thoughts of us are a cheering subject of meditation, for they are ever kind and
never cease. His disciples forsook him, and his friends forgot him, but Jesus
knew that Jehovah never turned away his heart from him, and this upheld him in
the hour of need. Thou art my help and my deliverer. His unmoved
confidence stayed itself alone on God. Oh that all believers would imitate more
fully their great Apostle and High Priest in his firm reliance upon God, even
when afflictions abounded and the light was veiled. Make no tarrying, O my God. The need was urgent; the angel came to strengthen, and the brave heart
of Jesus rose up to meet the foe.
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