Oh! my soul! you are low indeed — the things that remain, seem "ready to die." But your Savior-God will not give you "over unto death." The reed is bruised but He will not pluck it up by the roots. The wick is reduced to a smoldering ember but He will fan the decaying flame.
Why wound your loving Savior's heart by these repeated declensions? He will not- cannot give you up! Go, mourn your weakness and unbelief. Cry unto the Strong for strength.
Weary and faint one! You have an Omnipotent arm to lean on. "He never grows faint or weary!"
Listen to His own gracious assurance: "Do not be afraid for I am with you. Do not be discouraged for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with My victorious right hand!"
Leaving all your false props and refuges, let this be your resolve, "I will trust in the Lord always, for the Lord God is the eternal Rock!"