Joh_11:19
These were formal visits, customary in those times, but they were of very little use to the two bereaved sisters, who above all things longed to see the Lord. Without Jesus our friends are miserable comforters. A little while ago we read of Jesus at a wedding, and in this passage we find him on the road to a funeral: he shares in all that concerns us, and most of all in our griefs. Have we a family trouble? Let us send for the Master. His presence will make all things work for good.
Saviour! I can welcome sickness
If these words be said of me:
Can rejoice midst pain and weakness,
If I am but loved by thee.
Love so precious,
Balm for every wound will be.
Though that love sends days of sadness
In a life so brief as this,
It prepares me days of gladness
And a life of perfect bliss.
Love so precious
Bids me every fear dismiss.