As for the present, the mourning which is based, as our text bases it, on poverty of spirit, will certainly bring after it the consolation of forgiveness arid of cleansing.  Christ’s gentle hand laid upon us, to cause our guilt to pass away, and the inveterate habits of inclination towards evil to melt out of our nature, is His answer to His child’s cry, ‘Woe is me, for I am undone!’ And anything is more probable than that Christ, hearing a man thus complain of himself before Him, should fail to send His swift answer.

Ah, brethren! you will never know how deep and ineffably precious are the consolations which Christ can give, unless you have learned despair of self, and have come helpless, hopeless, and yet confident, to that great Lord.  Make your hearts empty, and He will fill them; recognise your desperate condition, and He will lift you up.  The deeper down we go into the depths, the surer is the rebound and the higher the soaring to the zenith.  It is they who have poverty of spirit, and mourning based upon it, and only they, who pass into the sweetest, sacredest, secretest recesses of Christ’s heart, and there find all-sufficient consolation.

In like manner, that consolation will come in its noblest and most sufficing form to those who take their outward sorrows and link them with this sense of their own ill-desert.  Oh, dear friends, if I am speaking to any one who to-day has a burdened heart, let such be sure of this, that the way to consolation lies through submission; and that the way to submission lies through recognition of our own sin.  If we will only ‘lie still, let Him strike home, and bless the rod,’ the rod will blossom and bear fruit.  The water of the cataract would not flash into rainbow tints against the sunshine, unless it had been dashed into spray against black rocks.  And if we will but say with good old Dr. Watts,

    ’When His strokes are felt,
      His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
    And lighter than our guilt,’

it will not be hard to bow down and say, ‘Thy will be done,’ and with submission consolation will be ours.

Is there anything to say about that future consolation?  Very little, for we know very little.  But ’God Himself shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.’  The hope of that consolation is itself consolation, and the hope becomes all the more bright when we know and measure the depths of our own evil.  Earth needs to be darkened in order that the magic, ethereal beauty of the glow in the western heavens may be truly seen.  The sorrow of earth is the background on which the light of heaven is painted.