82. His eyes gave out with eager gazing for the kind appearance of the Lord, while his heart in weariness cried out for speedy comfort. To read the Word till eyes can no longer see is but a small thing compared with watching for the fulfillment of the promise till the inner eyes of expectancy begin to grow dim with hope deferred. We may not set times to God, yet we may urge our suit with importunity, and make fervent inquiry as to why the promise tarries. David’s question is, When wilt thou comfort me? This experience of waiting and fainting is well known by full-grown saints, and it teaches them many precious lessons which they would never learn by any other means. The body rises into sympathy with the soul, both heart and flesh cry out for the living God, and even the eyes find a tongue. Eyes can speak eloquently, and can sometimes say more than tongues. A humble eye lifted up to heaven in silent prayer may flash such flame as shall melt the bolts which bar the entrance of vocal prayer, and so heaven shall be taken by storm with the artillery of tears. Blessed are the eyes that are strained in looking after God. The eyes of the Lord will see to it that such eyes do not actually fail. How much better to watch for the Lord with aching eyes than to have them sparkling at the glitter of vanity.
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