My God, my God, let me for once look on Thee
As though naught else existed, we alone!
And as creation crumbles, my soul’s spark
Expands till I can say, even from myself–
I need Thee and I feel Thee and I love Thee.
After all, the most heart satisfying comfort in time of trouble is found in God Himself, and not in anything God says or does. The Christian revelation concerning death brings comfort, when we learn to think of it as really only a process in which the life passes out of limitation, imperfection, and unattainment, emerging into rich beauty and wondrous enlargement. The truth of immortality also gives comfort, as we think of our friends entering upon an existence in blessedness which shall never have an end. There is comfort, too, in the assurance that God makes no mistakes in any of His dealings with us, and that sometime we shall see beauty and good where now we see only what seems marring and hurt. We get a measure of comfort, also, in the divine assurance that “all things work together for good to them that love God,” that sorrow has a mission that within every trial God sends a blessing.
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