Psalms 140:13

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LORD! I pray thee, never suffer me to think of afflictions or sorrow for them, either in myself or the saints of God, without keeping in remembrance thine unequalled sorrows, wherewith the Lord afflicted thee in the day of thy redemption-work. Was ever sorrow like to thine, thou blessed Jesus? And, Lord, while I think of thy sorrows, let me think also of thy patience. Thou wast led as a Lamb to the slaughter: and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so didst thou open not thy mouth. And, blessed Jesus! let my soul feel all that sweet complacency and resignation in every exercise, be the exercise what it may, in the recollection that thou art looking on, thou knowest all, thou appointest all, and thou wilt finally bless all. Though mine enemies live, and are mighty, yet if thou wilt be my helper, under the shadow of thy wings I shall rejoice. Yes, Lord! thou wilt carry me through, and bring me out, and bring me home, and I shall be more than conqueror, through thy grace helping me.