In All Your Distress He Too Is Distressed (Isaiah 63:9)
I, too, have needed bread;
For forty days I tasted naught
Till by the angels fed.
Hast thou been thirsty?
On the cross I suffered thirst for thee;
I’ve promised to supply thy need,
My child, come to Me.
When thou art sad and tears fall fast
My heart goes out to thee,
For I wept over Jerusalem
The place so dear to Me.
And when I came to Lazarus’ tomb
I wept—my heart was sore;
I’ll comfort thee when thou dost weep,
Till sorrows all are o’er.
—Sussane C. Umlauf