Oh, my God, my God, why hast thou thus forsaken me?
I have trusted in thee, and wilt thou thus fail me?
To whom can I appeal--what friend have I near me ?" "Mother, do not speak thus," exclaimed Mary, roused from the lethargy of exhaustion by her mother's despairing words, and she flung herself on her knees beside her, and threw her arms around her.

"Mother, my own mother, the God of the widow and the fatherless is still our friend; He hath not forsaken us, though for a time His countenance is darkened towards us.

Oh, he will have mercy; He will raise us up a friend--I feel, I know He will.

He will relieve us.

Let us but trust in Him, mother; let us not fail now.