2 Corinthians 7:6

And who comforts like Him? Go to some poor, melancholy, distressed child of God. Tell him sweet promises, and whisper in his ear choice words of comfort. He is like the deaf adder; he does not listen to the voice of the charmer, however wisely he charms. He is drinking gall and wormwood, and comfort him as you may, you will only get a note or two of mournful resignation from him. You will bring forth no psalms of praise, no hallelujahs, no joyful sonnets. But let God come to His child, let Him lift up His countenance, and the mourner’s eyes glisten with hope. Do you not hear him sing—

“It is paradise, if You are here;
If You depart, it is hell?”

You could not have cheered him, but the Lord has done it. He is the God of all comfort. There is no balm in Gilead, but there is balm in God. There is no physician among the creatures, but the Creator is Jehovah-rophi. It is marvelous how one sweet word of God will make whole songs for Christians.

One word of God is like a piece of gold, and the Christian is the goldbeater and can hammer that promise out for whole weeks. So then, poor Christian, you need not sit down in despair. Go to the Comforter, and ask Him to give you consolation. You are a poor dry well.

You have heard it said that when a pump is dry, you must first of all pour water down it, and then you will get water. And so, Christian, when you are dry, go to God, ask Him to shed abroad His joy in your heart, and then your joy will be full. Do not go to earthly acquaintances, for you will find them Job’s comforters after all. But go first and foremost to your God, that comforteth those that are cast down, and you will soon say, In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.