No heart, however broken, needs any balm but Jesus to work its perfect cure. Sorrows, which like Noah's flood, drown all, are soon assuaged by a word from his lips. Get him and keep him, O bruised and bleeding heart, and thou art healed. For broken hearts the broken-hearted Savior died, and for them he lives and pleads. Look to him, mourner, and the black horror of despair shall end.