your weeping, aching, languid head. By Octavius Winslow, from his book, Evening Thoughts. I am my Beloved's, and my Beloved is mine. Song of Solomon, chapter 6, verse 3. Oh yes, dear believer, you have but one Beloved of your heart. He is all the universe to you. Heaven would not be heaven without him. He loved you. He labored for you. He died for you. He rose for you. He lives and intercedes for you in glory. All that is lovely is in Him. And where would you lean in sorrow but upon the bosom of your beloved? Christ's heart is a human heart, a divine heart, a sinless heart, a tender heart. It is a heart which was once the home of sorrow, once stricken with grief, once an aching, bleeding, mournful heart. Jesus knows how to pity and to support those who are sorrowful and solitary. He loves to chase anguish from the mind, to bind up the broken heart, to staunch the bleeding wound, to dry the weeping eye, to comfort his mourning people. It is his delight to visit you in the dark night season of your sorrow and to come to you walking upon the tempestuous billows of your grief, diffusing serenity over your scene of sadness and gloom. When other bosoms are closed to your sorrow, when the fiery darts of Satan fly thick around you, and the world frowns, and the saints are cold, and your path is sad and desolate, then lean upon the love of Jesus. Lean upon the grace of Jesus. Lean upon the faithfulness of Jesus. Lean upon the tender sympathy of Jesus. That bosom will always open to welcome you. It will ever be a refuge to receive you and a home to shelter you. Never will its love cool, nor its tenderness lessen, nor its sympathy be exhausted, nor its pulse of affection cease to beat. You may have grieved His affectionate heart a thousand times over. You may have pierced it through and through, again and again, yet returning to its undying love, penitent and lowly, sorrowful and humble. You may lay within it, your weeping, aching, languid head, depositing every burden, reposing every sorrow, and breathing every sigh into the merciful heart of Jesus. Hebrews 4.15 For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who has been tested in every way, just as we are.