But in the midst of her bitter grief a loving, gentle voice came to her ear, whispering in sweetest tones, "_I_ will _never_ leave thee, nor forsake thee." "When thy father and thy mother forsake thee, I, the Lord, will take thee up." "I will deliver thee in six troubles; yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee." And the sobs were hushed--the tears flowed more quietly, until at length they ceased altogether, and the little sorrowing one fell asleep.
"As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you; and ye shall be comforted.".