preached 7-15-1866-Though a good man hastens to God in his trouble, and runs with all the more speed because of the unkindness of his fellow men, yet sometimes the gracious soul is left without the comfortable presence of God. This is the worst of all griefs- the text is one of Job's deep groans, far deeper than any which came from him on account of the loss of his children and his property- -Oh that I knew where I might find HIM-- The worst of all losses is to lose the smile of my God.