"The angel of the Lord encampeth about them that fear Him, and
delivereth them."

"The eyes of the Lord are upon the righteous, and His ears are open unto
their cry."

"Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but _the Lord delivereth him
out of them all_."

Who was this, that, under these comfortable words, looked peacefully
upward? It was one who was learning to _trust God_; taught it, as most
of us are, by being placed in circumstances where there is _nothing
else_ to trust.

It is not for us to portray all that passes in the human soul when it is
brought into vivid communion with its Maker. It is enough for us to know
that this sorrowful heart was made to exult in God, even in the calm
consciousness of its irretrievable loss; and that before the sun of a
day specially consecrated to grief had attained its meridian, the
mourner came cheerfully forth from her place of retirement, while a
chant, as of angelic voices, breathed through the temple of her
sorrowful soul, even over its broken altar.

"_Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good_; blessed is the man that
trusteth in Him."

"Oh, fear the Lord, ye his saints; _for there is no want to them that
fear Him_."