But he was true to God, and God was true to him.  He trusted in God; and therefore he feared God:  for he trusted that God’s laws were just and good, and worth obeying; and therefore he was afraid to break them.  He trusted in God; and therefore he hoped in God; for he trusted that God was strong enough and good enough to deliver him out of prison, and make his righteousness as clear as the light and his just dealing as the noonday.  He cried out of his prison, doubt it not, many a time and oft—­“O God, in thee have I trusted; let me never be confounded.”

And he was not confounded.  He came into Egypt a slave.  He was cast into prison on a shameful accusation:  but he came out of prison to be a ruler and a prince, honoured and obeyed by the greatest nation of the old world.  He trusted in God, and he was not confounded for ever; even as the Lord Christ trusted in God and was not confounded for ever; even as we, if we do not wish to be confounded for ever, must trust in God; and instead of being scornful, careless, conceited, must fear Him, and say, “My flesh trembleth because of Thy righteous judgments.”  And then the laughter of fools will end, where it began, in harmless noise, like (says Solomon) the crackling of thorns under a pot.  Then, whosoever may scorn you on earth, the great God in heaven will not scorn you.  You may be confounded for a moment here on earth.  Worldly people may take advantage of your misfortunes, and cry over you—­There, there, so would we have it.  Take him and persecute him, for there is none to deliver him; where is now his God?  So it may be with you; for as surely as you fall, many a cur will spring up and bark at you, who dared not open his mouth at you while you stood safe.  Or—­worse by far than that—­the world may take hold of your really weak points, of your inconsistencies, of your faults and failings; and cry—­Fie on thee, fie on thee.  We saw it with our eyes.  For all his high professions, for all his talk of truth and justice, he is no better than the rest of the world.  And that scoff does go very near to confound a man; because he feels that it is half true, half deserved, and is afraid that it may be quite true and quite deserved:  and then confounded indeed he would be, by his own conscience and by God, as well as by man.  All he can do is, to cry to God, like him who wrote the 119th Psalm,—­I have stuck unto thy testimonies:  O Lord, confound me not.  I know I am weak, ignorant, unsuccessful; full of faults too, and failings, which make me ashamed of myself every day of my life.  I have gone astray like a sheep that is lost.  But seek thy servant, O Lord, for I do not forget thy commandments.  I am trying to learn my duty.  I am trying to do my duty.  I have stuck unto thy testimonies:  O Lord, confound me not.  Man may confound me.  But do not thou, of thy mercy and pity, O Lord.  Do not let me find, when I die, or before I die, that all my labour has been in vain; that I am not