Can you answer this question, believer? Can you find any reason why you are so often mourning instead of rejoicing? Why yield to gloomy predictions about your future?

Who told you the night would never end in day? Who told you that the sea of circumstances would ebb out till there was nothing left but long leagues of the mud of horrible poverty? Who told you that this winter of your discontent would proceed from frost to frost, from snow and ice and hail to deeper snow and yet heavier tempests of despair?

Don't you know that day follows night? That flood comes after ebb? That spring and summer succeed winter? Hope then! Hope ever! For God fails you not.

Don't you know that your God loves you in the midst of all this? Mountains, when hidden in darkness, are as real as in day—and God's love is as true to you now as it was in your brightest moments.

No father chastens always. Your Lord hates the rod as much as you do. He only uses it for that reason which should make you willing to receive it—namely, that it works your lasting good.

You shall yet climb Jacob's ladder with the angels and behold Him who sits at the top of it—your covenant God! You shall yet, amidst the splendors of eternity, forget the trials of time, or only remember them to bless the God who led you through them and wrought your lasting good by them.

Come, sing in the midst of tribulation! Rejoice even while passing through the furnace! Make the wilderness blossom like the rose! Cause the desert to ring with your exulting joys, for these light afflictions will soon be over, and then—forever with the Lord—your bliss shall never wane.

"Faint not nor fear, his arms are near, He changeth not, and thou art dear; Only believe and thou shalt see, That Christ is all in all to thee."