Sermon 23. Thoughts on the Last Battle
Delivered on Sabbath Evening, May 13, 1855, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
At Exeter Hall, Strand.
"The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But, thanks be unto God, which giveth us the victory throughour Lord Jesus Christ."-1 Corinthians 15:56-57.
While the Bible is one of the most poetical of books, though its language is unutterably sublime, yet we must remark how constantlyit is true to nature. There is no straining of a fact, no glossing over a truth. However dark may be the subject, while itlights it up with brilliance, yet it does not deny the gloom connected with it. If you will read this chapter of Paul's epistle,so justly celebrated as a master-piece of language, you will find him speaking of that whichis to come after death with such exultation and glory that you feel, "If this be to die, then it were well to depart atonce." Who has not rejoiced, and whose heart has not been lifted up or filled with a holy fire, while he has read such sentencesas these: "In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump; for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall beraised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put onimmortality. So, when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality,then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is thy sting? Ograve, where is thy victory?" Yet, with all that majestic language, with all that bold flight of eloquence, he does not denythat death is a gloomy thing. Even his very figures imply it. He does not laugh at it; he does not say, "Oh, it is nothingto die;"he describes death as a monster; he speaks of it as having a sting; he tells us wherein the strength of that sting lies;and even in the exclamation of triumph, he imputes that victory not to unaided flesh, but he says, "Thanks be to God, whogiveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."
When I select such a text as this, I feel that I cannot preach from it. The thought o'ermasters me; my words do stagger; thereare no utterances that are great enough to convey the mighty meaning of this wondrous text. If I had the eloquence of allmen united in one, if I could speak as never man spake (with the exception of that one godlike man of Nazareth), I could notcompass so vast a subject as this. I will not therefore pretend to do so, but offer you such thoughtsas my mind is capable of producing.
To-night we shall speak of three things: first, the sting of death; secondly, the strength of sin; and thirdly, the victory of faith.
I. First, THE STING OF DEATH. The apostle pictures death as a terrible dragon, or monster, which, coming upon all men, mustbe fought with by each one for himself. He gives us no hopes whatever that any of us can avoid it. He tells us of no bridgeacross the river Death; he does not give us the faintest hope that it is possible to emerge from this state of existence intoanother without dying; he describes the monster as being exactly in our path, and with it we mustfight, each man personally, separately, and alone; each man must die; we all must cross the black stream; each one ofus must go through the iron gate. There is no passage from this world into another without death. Having told us, then, thatthere is no hope of our escape, he braces up our nerves for the combat; but he gives us no hope that we shall be able to slaythe monster; he does not tell us that we can strike our sword into his heart, and so overturn and overwhelm death; but, pointingto the dragon, he seems to say, "Thou canst not slay it, man; there is no hope that thou shouldst ever put thy foot uponits neck and crush its head; but one thing can be done-it has a sting which thou mayest extract; thou canst not crush deathunder foot, but thou mayest pull out the sting which is deadly; and then thou need not fear the monster, for monster it shallbe no longer, but rather it shall be a swift-winged angel to waft thee aloft to heaven. Where, then, is the sting of thisdragon? Where must I strike? What is the sting? The apostle tells us, "that the sting of death is sin." Once let me cutoff that, and then, though death may be dreary and solemn, I shall not dread it; but, holding up the monster's sting, I shallexclaim, "O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?" Let us now dwell upon the fact, that "the sting ofdeath is sin."
1. First, sin puts a sting into death, from the fact that sin brought death into the world. Men could be more content to die if they did not know it was a punishment. I suppose if we had never sinned, there wouldhave been some means for us to go from this world to another. It cannot be supposed that so huge a population would have existed,that all the myriads who have lived from Adam down till now could ever have inhabited so small a globe as this; there wouldnothave been space enough for them. But there might have been provided some means for taking us off when the proper timeshould come, and bearing us safely to heaven. God might have furnished horses and chariots of fire for each of his Elijahs;or, as it was said of Enoch, so it might have been declared of each of us, "He is not, for God hath taken him." Thus to die, if we may call it death to depart from this body and to be with God, would havebeen no disgrace; in fact, it would have beenthe highest honor; fitting the loftiest aspiration of the soul, to live quickly its little time in this world, then tomount and be with its God; and in the prayers of the most pious and devout man, one of his sublimest petitions would be, "OGod, hasten the time of my departure, when I shall be with thee." When such sinless beings thought of their departure, theywould not tremble, for the gate would be one of ivory and pearl-not as now, of iron-the stream would be as nectar, far differentfrom the present "bitterness of death." But alas! how different! Death is now the punishment of sin. "In the day thoueatest there of thou shalt surely die." "In Adam all die." By his sin every one of us become subject to the penalty of death, and thus, being a punishment, death has itssting. To the best man, the holiest Christian, the most sanctified intellect, the soul that has the nearest and dearest intercoursewith God, death must appear to have a sting, because sin was its mother.O fatal offspring of sin, I only dread thee because of they parentage! If thou didst come to me as an honor, I could wadethrough Jordan even now, and, when its chilling billows were around me, I would smile amidst its surges; and in the swellingsof Jordan my song should swell too, and the liquid music of my voice should join with the liquid swellings of the floods,"Hallelujah! It is blessed to cross to the land of the glorified." This is one reason why the sting of sin is death.
2. But I must take it in another sense. "The sting of death is sin:"-that is to say, that which shall make death most terrible to man will be sin, if it is not forgiven. If that be not the exact meaning of the apostle, still it is a great truth, and I may find it here. If sin lay heavy on meand were not forgiven-if my transgressions were unpardoned-if such were the fact (though I rejoice to know it is not so) itwould be the very sting of death to me. Let usconsider a man dying, and looking back on his past life: he will find in death a sting, and that sting will be his pastsin. Imagine a conqueror's deathbed. He has been a man of blood from his youth up. Bred in the camp, his lips were early setto the bugle, and his hand, even in infancy, struck the drum. He had a martial spirit; he delighted in the fame and applauseof men; he loved the dust of battle and the garment rolled in blood. He has lived a life of what men call glory. He has stormedcities, conquered countries, ravaged continents, overrun the world. See his banners hanging in the hall, and the marksof glory on his escutcheon. He is one of earth's proudest warriors. But now he comes to die, and when he lies down to expire,what shall invest his death with horror? It shall be his sin. Methinks I see the monarch dying; he lies in state; around himare his nobles and his councillors; but there is somewhat else there. Hard by his side there stands a spirit from Hades; itis asoul of a departed woman. She looks on him and says, "Monster! my husband was slain in battle through thy ambition: Iwas made a widow, and my helpless orphans and myself were starved." And she passes by. Her husband comes, and opening widehis bloody wounds, he cries, "Once I called thee monarch; but, by thy vile covetousness thou didst provoke an unjust war.See here these wounds-I gained them in the siege. For thy sake I mounted first the scaling ladder; this foot stood upon thetop of thewall, and I waved my sword in triumph, but in hell I lifted up my eyes in torment. Base wretch, thine ambition hurriedme thither!" Turning his horrid eyes upon him, he passes by. Then up comes another, and another, and another yet; waking fromtheir tombs, they stalk around his bed and haunt him; the dreary procession still marches on, looking at the dying tyrant.He shuts his eyes, but he feels the cold and bony hand upon his forehead; he quivers, for the siting of death is in his heart."ODeath!" says he; "to leave this large estate, this mighty realm, this pomp and power-this were somewhat; but to meet thosemen, those women, and those orphan children, face to face; to hear them saying, 'Art thou become like one of us?' while kingswhom I have dethroned, and monarchs whom I have cast down shall rattle their chains in my ears, and say, 'Thou wast our destroyer,but how art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning! How art thou brought down as in a moment from thyglory and thy pride!'" There, you see, the sting of death would be the man's sin. It would not sting him that he had todie, but that he had sinned, that he had been a bloody man, that his hands were red with wholesale murder-this would plaguehim indeed, for "the sting of death is sin."
Or, suppose another character-a minister. He has stood before the world, proclaiming something which he called the gospel.He has been a noted preacher; the multitude have been hanging on his lips; they have listened to his words; before his eloquencea nation stood amazed, and thousands trembled at his voice. But his preaching is over; the time when he can mount the pulpitis gone; another standing-place awaits him, another congregation, and he must hear another and abetter preacher than himself. There he lies. He has been unfaithful to his charge. He preached philosophy to charm hispeople, instead of preaching truth and aiming at their hearts. And, as he pants upon his bed, that worst and most accursedof men-for surely none can be worse than he-there comes up one, a soul from the pit, and looking him in the face, says, "Icame to thee once, trembling on account of sin; "I asked thee the road to heaven, and thou didst say, 'Do such and such goodworks,' and I did them, and am damned. Thou didst tell me an untruth; thou didst not declare plainly the word of God."He vanishes only to be followed by another; he has been an irreligious character, and as he sees the minister upon his deathbed,he says, "Ah! and art thou here? Once I strolled into thy house of prayer, but thou hadst such a sermon that I could not understand.I listened; I wanted to hear something from thy lips, some truth that might burn my soul and make me repent; but Iknew not what thou saidst; and here I am." The ghost stamps his foot, and the man quivers like an aspen leaf, becausehe knows it is all true. Then the whole congregation arise before him as he lies upon his bed; he looks upon the motley group;he beholds the snowy heads of the old, and glittering eyes of the young; and lying there upon his pillow, he pictures allthe sins of his past life, and he hears it said, "Go thou! unfaithful to thy charge; thou didst no divest thyself of thy loveofpomp and dignity; thou didst not speak
'As though thou ne'er might'st speak again,
A dying man to dying men.'"
Oh! it may be something for that minister to leave his charge, somewhat for him to die; but worst of all, the sting of deathwill be his sin: to hear his parish come howling after him to hell; to see his congregation following behind him in one mingledherd, he having led them astray, having been a false prophet instead of a true one, speaking peace, peace, where there wasno peace, deluding them with lies, charming them with music, when he ought rather to have told themin rough and rugged accents the Word of God. Verily, it is true, it is true, the sting of death to such a man shall behis great, his enormous, his heinous sin of having deluded others.
Thus, then having painted two full-length pictures, I might give each one of you miniatures of yourselves. I might picturethee, O drunkard, when thy cups are drained, and when thy liquor shall no longer be sweet to thy taste, when worse than gallshall be the dainties that thou drinkest, when, within an hour, the worms shall make a carnival upon thy flesh; I might picturethee as thou lookest back upon they misspent life. And thou, O swearer, methinks I see thee there,with thine oaths echoed back by memory to thine own dismay. And thou, man of lust and wickedness, thou who hast debauchedand seduced others, I see thee there; and the sting of death to thee, how horrible, how dreadful! It shall not be that thouart groaning with pain, it shall not be that thou art racked with agony, it shall not be that thy heart and flesh faileth,but the sting, the sting, shall be thy sin. How many in this place can spell the word "remorse?" I pray you may never knowitsawful meaning. Remorse, remorse! You know its derivation; it signifies to bite. Ah! now we dance with our sins-it is amerry life with us-we take their hands, and, sporting in the noontide sun, we dance, we dance, and live in joy. But then thosesins shall bite us. The young lions we have stroked and played with shall bite; the young adder, the serpent, whose azurehues have well delighted us, shall bite, shall sting, when remorse shall occupy our souls. I might, but I will not, tell youafew stories of the awful power of remorse; it is the first pang of hell; it is the ante-chamber of the pit. To have remorseis to feel the sparks that blaze upwards from the fire of the bottomless Gehenna; to feel remorse is to have eternal tormentcommenced within the soul. The sting of death shall be unforgiven, unrepented sin.
3. But if sin in the retrospect be the sting of death, what must sin in the prospect be? My friends, we do not often enough look at what sin is to be. We see what it is; first the seed, then the blade, then theear, and then the full corn in the ear. It is the wish, the imagination, the desire, the sight, the taste, the deed; but whatis sin in its next development? We have observed sin as it grows; we have seen it, at first, a very little thing, but expandingitself until it has swelled into a mountain. We have seen it like "a little cloud, the size of a man's hand," but we havebeheld it gather until it covered the skies with blackness, and sent down drops of bitter rain. But what is sin to be in thenext state? We have gone so far, but sin is a thing that cannot stop. We have seen whereunto it has grown, but whereunto will it grow? for it is not ripe when we die; it has to go on still; it is set going, but it has to unfold itselfforever. The moment we die, the voice of justice cries, "Seal up the fountain of blood; stop the stream of forgiveness;he that is holy, let him be holy still; he that is filthy, let him be filthy still." And after that, the man goes on growingfilthier and filthier still; his lust developes itself, his vice increases; all those evil passions blaze with tenfold morefury, and, amidst the companionship of others like himself, without the restraints of grace, without the preached word, themanbecomes worse and worse; and who can tell whereunto his sin may grow? I have sometimes likened the hour of our death tothat celebrated picture, which I think you have seen in the National Gallery, of Perseus holding up the head of Medusa. Thathead turned all persons into stone who looked upon it. There is a warrior there with a dart in his hand; he stands stiffened,turned into stone, with the javelin even in his fist. There is another, with a poniard beneath his robe, about to stab; heisnow the statue of an assassin, motionless and cold. Another is creeping along stealthily, like a man in ambuscade, andthere he stands a consolidated rock; he has looked only upon that head, and he is frozen into stone. Well, such is death.What I am when death is held before me, that I must be forever. When my spirit goes, if God finds me hymning his praise, Ishall hymn it in heaven; doth he find me breathing out oaths, I shall follow up those oaths in hell. Where death leaves me,judgmentfinds me. As I die, so shall I live eternally.
"There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave to which we haste."
It is forever, forever, forever! Ah! there are a set of heretics in these days who talk of short punishment, and preach aboutGod's transporting souls for a term of years, and then letting them die. Where did such men learn their doctrine, I wonder?I read in God's word that the angel shall plant one foot upon the earth, and the other upon the sea, and shall swear by himthat liveth and was dead, that time shall be no longer. But, if a soul could die in a thousandyears, it would die in time; if a million of years could elapse, and then the soul could be extinguished, there would be such a thing as time; for, talk to me of years, and there is time. But, sirs, when that angel has spoken the word, "Time shall be no longer," things will then be eternal; the spirit shall proceed in its ceaseless revolution of weal or woe, neverto be stayed, for there is no time to stop it; the fact of its stopping would imply time; but everythingshall be eternal, for time shall cease to be. It well becomes you, then, to consider where ye are and what ye are. Oh!stand and tremble on the narrow neck of land 'twixt the two unbounded seas, for God in heaven alone can tell how soon thoumayest be launched upon the eternal future. May God grant that, when that last hour may come, we may be prepared for it! Likethe thief, unheard, unseen, it steals through night's dark shade. Perhaps, as here I stand, and rudely speak of these dark,hiddenthings, soon may the hand be stretched, and dumb the mouth that lisps the faltering strain. Oh! thou that dwellest inheaven, thou power supreme, thou everlasting King, let not that hour intrude upon me in an illspent season; but may it findme rapt in meditation high, hymning my great Creator. So, in the last moment of my life, I will hasten beyond the azure, tobathe the wings of this my spirit in their native element, and then to dwell with thee for ever-
"Far from a world of grief and sin,
With God eternally shut in."
II. "THE STRENGTH OF SIN is the law."
I have attempted to show how to fight this monster-it is by extracting and destroying its sting. I prepare myself for thebattle. It is true I have sinned, and therefore I have put a sting into death, but I will endeavor to take it away. I attemptit, but the monster laughs me in the face, and cries, "The strength of sin is the law. Before thou canst destroy sin thoumust in some way satisfy the law. Sin cannot be removed by thy tears or by thy deeds, for the law is itsstrength; and until thou hast satisfied the vengeance of the law, until thou hast paid the uttermost farthing of its demands,my sting cannot be taken away, for the very strength of sin is the law." Now, I must try and explain this doctrine that thestrength of sin is the law. Most men think that sin has no strength at all. "Oh," say many, "we may have sinned very much,but we will repent, and we will be better for the rest of our lives; no doubt God is merciful, and he will forgive us." Andwehear many divines often speak of sin as if it were a very venial thing. Inquire of them what is a man to do? There isno deep repentance required, no real inward workings of divine grace, no casting himself upon the blood of Christ. They nevertell us about a complete atonement having been made. They have, indeed, some shadowy idea of an atonement, that Christ diedjust as a matter of form to satisfy justice; but as to any literal taking away of our sins, and suffering the actual penaltyforus, they do not consider that God's law requires any such thing. I suppose they do not, for I never hear them assert thepositive satisfaction and substitution of our Lord Jesus Christ. But without that, how can we take away the strength of sin?
1. The strength of sin is in the law, first, in this respect, that the law being spiritual, it is quite impossible for us to live without sin. If the law were merely carnal, and referred to the flesh; if it simply related to open and overt actions, I question, eventhen, whether we could live without sin; but when I turn over the ten commandments and read, "Thou shalt not covet," I knowit refers even to the wish of my heart. It is said, "Thou shalt not commitadultery;" but it is said, also that whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath already committed that sin. Sothat it is not merely the act, it is the thought; it is not the deed simply, it is the very imagination, that is a sin. Ohnow, sinner, how canst thou get rid of sin? Thy very thoughts, the inward workings of thy mind, these are crimes-this is guiltand desperate wickedness. Is there not, now, strength in sin? Hath not the law put a potency in it? Has it not nerved sinwithsuch a power that all thy strength cannot hope to wipe away the black enormity of thy transgression?
2. Then, again, the law puts strength into sin in this respect-that it will not abate one tittle of its stern demands. It says to every man who breaks it, "I will not forgive you." You hear persons talk about God's mercy. Now, if they do notbelieve in the gospel, they must be under the law; but where in the law do we read of mercy? If you will read the commandmentsthrough, there is a curse after them, but there is no provision made for pardon. The law itselfspeaks not of that; it thunders out without the slightest mitigation, "The soul that sinneth it shall die." If any ofyou desire to be saved by works, remember one sin will spoil your righteousness; one dust of this earth's dross will spoilthe beauty of that perfect righteousness which God requires at your hands. If ye would be saved by works, men and brethren,ye must be as holy as the angels, ye must be as pure and as immaculate as Jesus; for the law requires perfection, and nothingshort ofit; and God, with unflinching vengeance, will smite every man low who cannot bring him a perfect obedience. If I cannot,when I come before his throne, plead a perfect righteousness as being mine, God will say, "you have not fulfilled the demandsof my law; depart, accursed one! You have sinned, and you must die." "Ah," says one, "can we ever have a perfect righteousness,then? Yes, I will tell you of that in the third point; thanks be unto Christ, who giveth us the victory through his bloodand through his righteousness, who adorns us as a bride in her jewels as a husband arrays his wife with ornaments.
3. Yet again; the law gives strength to sin from the fact that, for every transgression it will exact a punishment. The law never remits a farthing of debt: it says, "Sin-punishment." They are linked together with adamantine chains; theyare tied, and cannot be severed. The law speaks not of sin and mercy; mercy comes in the gospel. The law says, "Sin-die; transgress-bechastised; sin-hell." Thus are they linked together. Once let me sin, and I may go to thefoot of stern Justice, and as, with blind eyes, she holds the scales, I may say, "O Justice, remember, I was holy once;remember that on such and such an occasion I did keep the law." "Yes," saith Justice, "all I owe thee thou shalt have; I willnot punish thee for what thou hast not done; but remember you this crime, O sinner?" and she puts in the heavy weight. The sinner trembles, and he cries, "But canst thou not forget that? Wiltthou not cast it away?" "Nay," saith Justice, and sheputs in another weight. "Sinner, dost thou recollect this crime?" "Oh!" says the sinner, "wilt thou not for mercy's sake-?" "I will not have mercy," says Justice; "Mercy has its ownpalace, but I have naught to do with forgiveness here; mercy belongs to Christ. If you will be saved by Justice, you shallhave your full of it. If you come to me for salvation, I will not have mercy brought in to help me; she is not my vicegerent;I stand here alone without her." And again, as she holds thescales, she puts in another iniquity, another crime, another enormous transgression; and each time the man begs and praysthat he may have that passed by. Says Justice, "Nay, I must exact the penalty; I have sworn I will, and I will. Canst thoufind a substitute for thyself? If thou canst, there is the only room I have for mercy. I will exact it of that substitute,but even at his hands I will have the utmost jot and tittle; I will abate nothing; I am God's Justice, stern and unflinching,Iwill not alter, I will not mitigate the penalty." She still holds the scales. The plea is in vain. "Never will I change!"she cries; "bring me the blood, bring me the price to its utmost; count it down, or else, sinner, thou shalt die.
Now, my friends, I ask you, if ye consider the spirituality of the law, the perfection it requires, and its unflinching severity,are you prepared to take away the sting of death in your own persons? Can you hope to overcome sin yourselves? Can you trustthat, by some righteous works, you may yet cancel your guilt? If you think so, go, O foolish one, go! O madman, go! work outthine own salvation with fear and trembling, without the God that worketh in thee; go, twist thyrope of sand; go, build a pyramid of air; go, prepare a house with bubbles, and think it is to last forever; but knowit will be a dream with an awful awakening, for as a dream when one awaketh will he despise alike your image and your righteousness."The strength of sin is the law."
III. But now, in the last place, we have before us THE VICTORY OF FAITH. The Christian is the only champion who can smitethe dragon of death, and even he cannot do it of himself; but when he has done it, he shall cry, "Thanks be to God who giveth us the victory through our LordJesus Christ." One moment, and I will show you how the Christian can look upon death with complacency, through the meritsof Jesus Christ.
First, Christ has taken away the strength of sin in this respect, that he has removed the law. We are not under bondage, but under grace. Law is not our directing principle, grace is. Do not misunderstand me. The principlethat I must do a thing-that is to say, the principle of law, "do, or be punished; do, or be rewarded," is not the motive of the Christian'slife; his principle is grace: "God has done so much for me, what ought I to do for him?" We arenot under the law in that sense, but under grace.
Then Christ has removed the law in this sense, that he has completely satisfied it. The law demands a perfect righteousness; Christ says, "Law, thou hast it; find fault with me; I am the sinner's substitute;have I not kept thy commandments? Wherein have I violated thy statutes?" "Come here, my beloved," he says, and then he criesto Justice, "Find a fault in this man; I have put my robe upon him; I have washed him in my blood; I have cleansed him fromhis sin. Allthe past is gone; as for the future, I have secured it by sanctification; as for the penalty, I have borne it myself;at one tremendous draught of love I have drunk that man's destruction dry; I have borne what he should have suffered; I haveendured the agonies he ought to have endured. Justice, have I not satisfied thee? Did I not say upon the tree, and didst thounot coincide with it, 'It is finished; it is finished?' Have I not made so complete an atonement that there is now no needforthat man to die and expiate his guilt? Do I not complete the perfect righteousness of this poor, once condemned, but nowjustified spirit?" "Yes" saith Justice, "I am well satisfied, and even more content, if possible, than if the sinner had broughta spotless righteousness of his own." And now, what saith the Christian after this? Boldly he comes to the realms of death,and entering the gates there, he cries, "Who shall lay anything to the charge of God's elect?" And when he had said it, thedragon drops his sting. He descends into the grave; he passes by the place where fiends lie down in fetters of iron; hesees their chains, and looks into the dungeon where they dwell, and as he passes by the prison door, he shouts, "Who shalllay anything to the charge of God's elect?" They growl and bite their iron bonds, and hiss in secret, but they cannot layaught to his charge. Now see him mount aloft. He approaches God's heaven, he come against the gates, and Faith still triumphantlyshouts, "Who shall lay anything to the charge of God's elect?" And a voice comes from within: "Not Christ, for he hathdied; not God, for he hath justified." Received by Jesus, Faith enters heaven, and again she cries, "Who even here amongstthe spotless and ransomed, shall lay anything to the charge of God's elect?" Now the law is satisfied, sin is gone; and nowsurely we need not fear the sting of the dragon, but we may say, as Paul did, when he rose into the majesty of poetry-suchbeautiful poetry that Pope himself borrowed his words, only transposing the sentences, "O grave, where is thy victory?O death, where is thy sting?"
If it were necessary to-night, I might speak to you concerning the resurrection, and I might tell you how much that takes away the sting of death, but I will confine myself to the simple fact, that thesting of death is sin, that the strength of sin is the law, and that Christ gives us the victory by taking the sting away,and removing the strength of sin by his perfect obedience.
And now, sirs, how many are there here who have any hope that for them Christ Jesus died? Am I coming too close home, whenmost solemnly I put the question to each one of you, as I stand in God's presence this night, to free my head of your blood;as I stand and appeal with all the earnestness this heart is capable of? Are you prepared to die? I sin pardoned? Is the lawsatisfied? Can you view the flowing
"Of Christ's soul-redeeming blood,
With divine assurance knowing,
That he hath made your peace with God?"
O! can ye now put one hand upon your heart, and the other upon the Bible, and say, "God's word and I agree; the witness ofthe Spirit here and the witness there are one. I have renounced my sins, I have given up my evil practices; I have abhorredmy own righteousness; I trust in naught but Jesus' doings; simply do I depend on him.
'Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling.'"
If so, should you die where you are-sudden death were sudden glory.
But, my hearers, shall I be faithful with you? or shall I belie my soul? Which shall it be? Are there not many here who, eachtime the bell tolls the departure of a soul, might well ask the question, "Am I prepared?" and they must say, "No." I shallnot turn prophet to-night; but were it right for me to say so, I fear not one-half of you are prepared to die. Is that true?Yea, let the speaker ask himself the question, "Am I prepared to meet my Maker face to face?" Oh, sitin your seat and catechise your souls with that solemn question. Let each one ask himself, "Am I prepared, should I becalled, to die?" Methinks I hear one say with confidence, "I know that my Redeemer liveth." "Let him that thinketh he standethtake heed lest he fall." I hear another say with trembling accents-
"Ah! guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On Christ's kind arms I fall;
He is my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my all."
Yes, sweet words! I would rather have written that one verse than Milton's "Paradise Lost." It is such a matchless pictureof the true condition of the believing soul. But I hear another say, "I shall not answer such a question as that. I am notgoing to be dull to-day. It may be gloomy weather outside to-day, but I do not want to be made melancholy." Young man, youngman, go thy way. Let thine heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth; but for all this the Lord shallbring thee to judgment. What wilt thou do, careless spirit, when thy friends have forsaken thee, when thou art alone withGod? Thou dost not like to be alone, young man, now, dost thou? A falling leaf will startle thee. To be alone an hour willbring on an insufferable feeling of melancholy. But thou wilt be alone-and a dreary alone it will be-with God an enemy! Howwilt thou do in the swellings of Jordan? What wilt thou do when he taketh thee by the hand at eventide, and asketh thee foranaccount; when he says, "What didst thou do in the beginning of thy days? how didst thou spend thy life?" When he asksthee, "Where are the years of thy manhood?" When he questions thee about thy wasted Sabbaths, and inquires how thy latteryears were spent, what wilt thou say then? Speechless, without an answer, thou wilt stand. Oh, I beseech you, as ye love yourselves,take care! Even now, begin to weigh the solemn matters of eternal life. Oh! say not, "Why so earnest? why in such haste?"Sirs, if I saw you lying in your bed, and your house was on fire, the fire might be at the bottom of the house, and youmight slumber safely for the next five minutes; but with all my might I would pull you from your bed, or I would shout, "Awake!awake! the flame is under thee." So with some of you who are sleeping over hell's mouth, slumbering over the pit of perdition,may I not awake you? may I not depart a little from clerical rules, and speak to you as one speaketh to his fellow whom heloves? Ah! if I loved you not, I need not be here. It is because I wish to win your souls, and, if it be possible, towin for my Master some honor, that I would thus pour out my heart before you. As the Lord liveth, sinner, thou standest ona single plank over the mouth of hell, and that plank is rotten. Thou hangest over the pit by a solitary rope, and the strandsof that rope are breaking. Thou art like that man of old, whom Dionysius placed at the head of the table; before him was adaintyfeast, but the man ate not, for directly over his head was a sword suspended by a hair. So art thou, sinner. Let thy cupbe full, let thy pleasures be high, let thy soul be elevated, seest thou that sword? The next time thou sittest in the theatre,look up and see that sword: when next in thy business thou scornest the rules of God's gospel, look at that sword. Thoughthou seest it not, it is there. Even now, ye may hear God saying to Gabriel, "Gabriel, that man is sitting in his seat inthehall; he is hearing, but is as though he heard not; unsheathe thy blade; let the glittering sword cut through that hair;let the weapon fall upon him and divide his soul and body." Stop, thou Gabriel, stop! Save the man a little while. Give him yet an hour, that he may repent. Oh, let him not die. True, he has been here theseten or dozen nights, and he has listened without a tear; but stop, and peradventure he may repent yet. Jesus backs up my entreaty,and he cries, "Spare him yetanother year, till I dig about him and dung him, and though he now cumbers the ground, he may yet bring forth fruit, thathe may not be hewn down and cast into the fire." I thank thee, O god; thou wilt not cut him down to-night; but to-morrow maybe his last day. Ye may never see the sun rise, though you have seen it set. Take heed. Hear the word of God's gospel, anddepart with God's blessing. "Whosoever believeth on the name of the Lord Jesus Christ shall be saved." "He that believethand isbaptized shall be saved." "He is able to save to the uttermost, all that come unto him." "Whosoever cometh unto him, hewill in no wise cast out." Let every one that heareth say, "Come; whosoever is athirst, let him come and take of the waterof life, freely."