| I am like a broken vessel. (Psa. 31:12) |
| A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken. (Prov. 15:13) |
| A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. (Prov. 17:22) |
| He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. (Psa. 147:3) |
How oft has God in mercy,
In times of dire distress,
Revealed to us some precious truth
Our lonely hearts to bless! |
The hour of deepest darkness
Was oft the open door
To hidden heights and depths of love
Unknown to us before. |
