January 17

Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4.

Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, oh, my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide, Oh, receive my soul at last.

In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world. John 16:33.