To the weary pilgrim, I am a good staff. To the one who sits in gloom, I am a glorious light. To those who stoop beneath heavy burdens, I am sweet rest. To him who has lost his way, I am a safe guise. To those who have been hurt by sin, I am a healing balm. To the discourages, I whisper glad messages of hope. To those who are distressed by the storms of life, I am an anchor. To those who suffer in lonely solitude, I am a cool, soft hand resting on a fevered brow. O, child of man, to best defend me, just use me! ~ Unknown