Sermon 375. Temple Glories


"It came even to pass, as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking theLORD; and when they lifted up their voice with the trumpets and cymbals and instruments of music and praised the LORD, saying,For He is good; for His mercy endures forever:that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the LORD; so that the priests could not stand to ministerby reason of the cloud, for the glory of the LORD had filled the house of God"

2 Chronicles 5:13,14.

"Now when Solomon had made an end of praying, the fire came down from Heaven, and consumed the burnt offering and the sacrifices;and the glory of the LORD filled the house. And the priests could not enter into the house of the LORD, because the gloryof the LORD had filled the LORD'Shouse. Andwhen all the children of Israel saw how the fire came down, and the glory of the LORD upon the house, they bowed themselveswith their faces to the ground upon the pavement and worshipped and praised the LORD, saying, For He is good. For His mercyendures forever." 2 Chronicles7:1,2,3.

IN the wilderness God showed His glorious Presence in the midst of the camp of Israel. To show His secret indwelling in HisChurch-in the innermost chamber of the sacred tent, there perpetually beamed the bright and ineffable light of the Shekinah;and to manifest His visible Presence to protectand guide His flock, a pillar of cloud covered the people by day, screening them from the burning heat of the sun, so thatin that extremely hot and terrible region they were delivered from excessive heat; and at night lest they should feel forsakenin the midst of the desolatedarkness of the desert, this pillar of cloud became a pillar of fire. There was light throughout all their dwellings, forI suppose that this pillar of fire, like a luminous atmosphere, covered the entire camp. They had thus a sun and a shield.They had light in darkness, andsalvation from the heat, their shelter was God's wing, their light gleamed from His eyes. Now the thought had fallen intothe heart of David to build for God a house instead of the tent in which He was willing to dwell, which, by reason of years,had no doubt grown old and somewhatshorn of its glories. He purposed to build a permanent structure. Solomon, his son, carried out the purpose of David. TheTemple was built. We have no precise idea of the architecture and appearance of this glorious edifice. The two pillars, Jachinand Boaz, are thought by some tohave been vast castings of brass, set up in front rather for ornament than service, like the enormous obelisks in the gatewaysof the Egyptian temples; while others conceive that these renowned columns supported the entablature of the portico; in eithercase they were stupendous insize, and beautified in the most elaborate manner. The building itself was not large, but exceedingly magnificent. We makea great mistake when we think of Solomon's Temple as being famous for size; it was scarcely half as long, and barely halfas wide as this present house, or thatthe area was not one fourth of this which is now crowded with immortal souls. It was 60 cubits long in the clear, whichwith the most liberal calculation which can be given for the cubit, is but 100 feet, while if the cubit is half- a-yard, thebreadth was but 30 feet. There arehundreds of Christian Churches which excel that marvelous building in mere size. Its chief fame lay in the countless treasureslavished upon it. One of the most reasonable calculations of the expense of that gorgeous structure is 120 million pounds,while other estimates arrive atthe inconceivable sum of one billion! The wonder is how they could have used such an amount as even the smaller sum. Whateverit might have been, it would have been a vain-glorious work, unless in that temple There had been the same manifestation ofthe Divine Presence as had beengiven in the Tabernacle.

Now these were two, the cloudand the fire. The two passages of Scripture which I have read to you give you two pictures. Inthe first you have the cloud, in the second you have the fire; and in these two together you have the sacred mystic symbolsof the Presence of the Eternal God in the midst ofHis people. Oh, that now, tonight, though no visible cloud shall be seen, though no fire shall burn the bullock and theram, yet may faith discern the cloud, and may experience in the heart perceive the fire, and may each of us say, "God waswith us of a Truth;" and add, "Did notour hearts burn within us, while he spoke with us by the way?"

I. The first passage of Scripture, which I read in your hearing, affords me the first head of my discourse. You will perceivethat the people were gathered together to praise God. Then THE CLOUD appeared; the priests were no longer able to minister,for God had claimed the great house as beingexclusively His own!

Let us note the occupation in which they were engaged. They were praising God. Let us mark how they performed this work. Youwill perceive that they did it unanimously "It came even to pass, as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one soundto be heard in praising and thanking the Lord."What a joyous thing it is to hear the thousands praise God at once; every man contributing to the song; the poor coarsevoice belonging to some of us who never can learn music, let us try as much as we will; the flute-like voices of our sisters,the deep resounding mellow bass ofthe full-developed man; all the different tones, and notes, and voices, perhaps expressive of our different degrees andgrowths in Grace, of our different trials, and our different temperaments, all join to swell one common hymn which rolls upwardto the Throne of God! Every man whorefuses to praise God mars the song. Every dumb lip spoils the music. Every silent tongue has a disastrous effect upon theunanimity and oneness of the choir. Let us all praise the Lord! Let all creatures that have breath praise Him! Let the Heavenof heavens extol Him! We can neverexpect to have God in this house, or in our own houses, or in our own hearts until we begin to praise Him! Unless as a peoplewe unanimously, with one heart, though with many tongues, extol the King of kings, farewell to the hope that He will giveus His Presence in the future! Oh,my dear Brothers and Sisters, let us look back upon the past! Who among us is not a debtor to mercy? "Let those refuse tosing who never knew our God," and never tasted of His Grace! Be silent, O tongue, if you have never tasted of the goodnessof the Lord! Breath, be wasted on theair, if your mouth has never been satisfied with good things! But, my Soul, if your life is His gift, and your joy His mercy,let no wicked silence bury His praise! He has been so good, so kind, so generous to all of us without exception, that we canand must, each one of us,according to our ability, with heart and voice, praise, laud, and bless His name always!

But then you perceive they not only sang unanimously, but they shouted heartily. In some of our churches, there are half-a-dozenpeople dressed in white, who stand up to praise the Lord or rather to magnify the music leader. In many of our dissentingcongregations, some five or six who are thechoir, sing to the praise and glory of themselves, and the people sit still and listen, not daring to spoil music so magnificent.In many other places, it is thought most seemly to delegate the work of human hearts, and tongues and lips to some instrumentwhich shall praise theLord. May that never be the case here! As often as we meet together here, may the song roll up to Heaven like the voiceof many waters, and like great thunders. A little God might deserve little praise, but the Great God deserves the great praiseof all His creatures! I have noticedthat in business, many men show a great deal of energy; but in singing God's praises they are almost as mute as Matthew'sfish! They can listen to the notes, but they do not attempt to join; they have no objection that others should sing, but theyare mute themselves. Oh, let ussing to our God! And heartily, too! And if the voice is not so well tuned as we could wish, yet if the heart is in tune,God will accept the song, and even angel notes shall not be more acceptable! Fathers love to hear the voices of their ownchildren-why should our heavenlyFather have a dumb family?

Mr. Rowland Hill was one day in the pulpit, and an old woman among the crowd got right up to the pulpit steps. She had theart of singing through her nose, and she sung so desperately bad, that good old Rowland turned round and said to her-"Holdyour tongue, my good woman; you spoil the singing.""Oh, Sir," she said, "it comes from my heart, Mr. Hill. It comes from my heart!" "Sing away, good soul," he said, "singaway as much as ever you like. I am sure I beg your pardon for interrupting you." And so would I say to every man who, inGod's house, cannot sing as he would-ifit comes from the heart, we could not interrupt you, for the very stones would speak if they who fear God and have tastedof His Grace did not exalt and extol Him! Well, if you will not praise God in earnest, you must not expect to see the cloudof His Presence, for it was when withone heart, with a mighty sound, they praised God that the cloud suddenly made its appearance.

Then notice next, that their praise was Scriptural praise. They sung that old Psalm, "His mercy endures forever." Now you,I dare say, thought when I was reading that Psalm, there was not much in it. It was a repetition-a monotony; it was strikingthe same note again and again-ringing the samebell. Well, this just shows that God does not require in our song the display of great poetical ability; He does not needthat the verses should have in them flights of rhapsody or dreams of fancy! Let the rhyme be good by all means; let the syllableseach have their proper length.God always should have the best of the best; but better is the wild song of the Revivalist with the homely street tune,sung from the very soul, than the noblest music that was ever penned, or ever flowed from human lips, if the heart is absent,and if the strain is not inaccordance with God's Word. The more Scriptural our hymns are, the better. In fact, there will never be found music whichcan excel old David's Psalms! Let us interpret them in an evangelical spirit; let us fill them full of the Gospel of Christ,of which they are, indeed, alreadyfull in prophecy, and we shall sing the very words of the Spirit, and shall surely edify each other, and glorify our God!If tonight, then, our music has been Scriptural; if our praise has been hefty; if our song has been unanimous; if we havesung of that mercy which enduresforever, we have good cause to expect that God will manifest Himself to us, and faith will perceive the cloud.

That is a grand old Calvinistic Psalm, "His mercy endures forever." What Arminian can sing that? Well, he willsing it, I daresay; but if he is a thorough-going Arminian, he really cannot enjoy it and believe it. You can fall from Grace, can you? Thenhow does His mercy endure forever? Christbought with His blood some who will be lost in Hell, did He? Then how did His mercy endure forever? There are some who resistthe offers of Divine Grace, and all that the Spirit of God can do for them, yet disappoint the Spirit and defeat God? How,then, does His mercy endureforever? No, no, this is no hymn for you-this is the Calvinist's hymn! This is the hymn which you and I will sing as longas life shall last, and going through the dark Valley of the Shadow of Death we will make the shades resound with the joyousstrain-

"For His mercy shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure!"

It was while the people were thus engaged that all of a sudden that cloud which before floated over the Tabernacle made itsappearance over the Temple; but this time, instead of hanging over the roof, it descended and entered into the courts andfilled the sacred places! The priests were standing,each of them, in his proper place, swinging to and fro the sacred censers, and making a sweet perfume; others of them werestanding at the altar waiting till the time should come for sacrifice. But no sooner did this cloud fill the house than thepriests ceased to minister! Theyfelt there was no room for man, for God had filled the place! Brothers and Sisters, will you give me your attention whileI try to picture to you what shall be the effect if God shall be pleased to fill this house with His Glory? I can conceivethe effect upon that vast assembly onthat august day of the dedication. The Glory of God had filled the house, and the priests were set aside. Where God is,man is forgotten; you will think little of the minister, save for his work's sake; you will talk the less of the man whenyou shall see the Master! This houseshall cease to be called by my name, and shall be called by God's name! If God shall fill the place, it will be to yoursouls not the house where you can sit to hear this man or that, but the place where you shall see the beauty of God, and enquirein His Temple. You will love yourpastor; you will cherish your Elders; you will rally round your deacons; you will, as a Church, recognize the bonds of yourChurch-relationship-but pastor, Elders, deacons, Church-all will be merged and all forgotten if the Glory of the Lord shallfill the house! This always hasbeen the effect of great revivals-no man has ever been very apparent. When God blessed the world through Whitefield andWesley, who were they, and what did they think of themselves? "Less than nothing they became when God was All-in-All!" Thegoing up of priests is the dishonor ofthe High Priest, Christ Jesus; but when priestcraft ceases to be, and is cast down-then the Lord alone is exalted in thatday! May the Lord here, while He uses human instrumentality, let you all see that "it is not by might, nor by power, but byMy Spirit, says the Lord."

This has indeed been my mission, to show the power of God in human weakness! I do acknowledge and confess what is so continuallysaid of me, "The man is not educated." Granted. "His periods are unpolished." Granted. "His manner is rough." Be it so, ifyou will ' 'Himself a fool"-Yes, amen, andwhatever else you choose. Gather together all the epithets in the catalog of abuse-come heap them here! But who has donethis, who has saved souls, and called the people to His footstool? Why, if the instrument is mean, the more Glory be to Himwho used it! And if the man isnothing, "I glory in infirmity, that the power of God may rest upon me." Make me less and less; I pray you do it; let itbe so; but still, O

God, use this poor ox-goad, make it still mighty to the slaying of Philistines, and make Your Word still a discerner of thethoughts and intents of the heart! Let the Lord fill the house, and man will be forgotten!

Besides this, you can easily picture in your minds what a solemn awe fell on all who were gathered that day when once thatcloud had filled the house. Perhaps there were in that vast assembly some who came there flippantly, to see the edifice. Therewere some who had heard of its plates of gold;they had heard of its bronze laver; they had listened to the stories of the great stones which Hiram, King of Tyre, hadfloated on rafts to Joppa, and they came to see the place. There were others, too, who had contributed largely to the buildingof it; they came to be seen-thatthe king might thank them for the gift-that the people might see their generous benefactors. These motives, we admit werebase, but the motives were lost, and forgotten when once the Glory of God filled the house! Then they felt the place was toosolemn to be looked at as a meredisplay; they thought it, then, too awful to be regarded as their own, and on the breast of every Israelite might have beenread these words, "This is none other than the House of God, and the very gate of Heaven," for God had filled the house! Then,too, you may believe right wellthat the saints of Godrejoiced/They had sung before; the prayers made sweet melody; but oh, what music was in their soulswhen once that cloud had covered all! I think they wept for joy! They could not speak. I know I would have been transfixedto that spot. I would have said-

"Come, then, expressive silence; hymn His praise," for oh, when God is present, how can we tell our joys! Sing unto Him, singunto Him! Praise Him on the cymbals; praise Him on the high-sounding cymbals! But when you have done, all your joy overflowsyour words-the music of your hearts excels themusic of your lips!

And then, I think I may add safely enough, the suppliants of that day felt they might pray more earnestly because they prayedsurely. God had filled the house-now He would hear their prayers! Whenever they turned their eyes to the Temple, they wouldmeet the eyes of God; when for deliverance fromsin, pestilence, war, drought, mildew, locusts, or caterpillars, they turned their eyes towards Zion's hill-they felt theymust be heard, for God had filled the house. Oh, that tonight the people of God may be glad! Oh, that you may go home as theydid from Solomon's Temple,blessing the king, each man, in the gladness of heart, and feeling that you may pray, for God will hear; that God has somanifestly acknowledged this house as His that whensver we shall meet for supplication, though we are but two or three, whereprayer is desired to be made, thereChrist is in the midst of us to bless us! I ask, my Brothers and Sisters, that we may have such a manifestation of God thatall these effects, in the very highest and fullest degree, may be received and participated in by us!

I have thus preached upon my first text as briefly as I could, leaving the more time to enforce the lesson of the second.You have sung His praise; now, Lord, fill the house! You have chanted His name; you have lifted up your voices to Him whosemercy endures forever. Oh, King of kings, shineforth! Oh, You who dwells between the cherubim, display Yourself to each of us and do it now, for Jesus' sake!

II. The first text has had reference to the past. For mercies received we must praise God if we would be favored with HisPresence. The next text dwells especially upon the future. The people, after praise, joined with one another in solemn prayerand sacrifice-then was it that THE FIRE camedown! They had the cloud before, but now they had the fire, and then once again they stood up, after having bowed themselves,and they worshipped the Lord and sang once again, "His mercy endures forever."

I have said in this place five or six times already, that unless my Church shall pray for me, and God shall hear their prayers,I am of all men the most miserable, but if your supplications shall be heard in Heaven, I am of all men the most blessed byGod! Think of this assembly, repeated as itwill be Sabbath after Sabbath-what if we should have no food for the saint-what if the Word should never be spoken earnestlyto sinners, and should therefore be unblessed? It will be in vain that this house is filled! In vain did I say? Infinitelyworse than that! Will it benothing that we are associated together in Church-fellowship. Nothing! It will be everything that shall foretell our futuremisery unless God is here. In vain the rearing of this structure with all the perseverance that has been used, and with allthe smiles of God, unless we haveHis blessing now. If ever you prayed for me, and for this Church before, pray for us seven times now! Oh, you who are mysons and daughters spiritually-who have been born to God by the preaching of the Word-to you I make my first appeal! I beseechyou never cease to pray thathere God's Word may be a quickening, a convincing, a converting Word. The fact is, Brothers and Sisters, we must have conversionwork here! We cannot go on as some churches do with- out converts. We cannot, we will not, we must not, we dare not! Soulsmust be converted here, and ifthere are not many born to Christ, may the Lord grant to me that I may sleep in the tomb of my fathers, and be heard ofno more. Better, indeed, for us to die than to live if souls are not saved! You, then, who have already been saved under ourministry, make this, I pray you, amatter of daily prayer. You who are members of this Church, who have been long ago in Christ, before our time-I charge youby Him who lives and was dead, be instant in season, and out of season with your constant supplications. O Sirs! What shallI do if I have the misfortune tolose my prayer book? And you are my prayer book-my litany, my daily collects are all written on my people's hearts! Wheream I? Like a poor shipwrecked man floating far out at sea upon a raft with no friendly sail in sight, unless I have your dailyprayers. But if I have them, Ishall be as some well-laden ship floating in the midst of its convoy with many larger vessels, and fairer sails which keepit gladsome company in storm and in fair weather, till we all shall reach our port together and at once! Pray for us thatour faith fail not, that our pridebreak not forth. Pray for us that we may pray! Pray that we may read the Word with a greater understanding of it, and thatwhen we stand up to speak, a horn of the oil of the Spirit may anoint our head that we may speak the Words of God, and notthe words of man. And with yourprayers, mingle your sacrifices; bring each day, each one of you, the precious blood of Christ! Take in your hands, handfulsof the frankincense of His merits! Stand each morning and each night before the Divine Throne as the king's remembrances,putting Him in remembrance of whatJesus did. Plead with Him by His agony and bloody sweat, by His Cross and Passion, by His precious death and burial. Pleadwith Him to save souls! Use the strong arguments of Jesus' veins; take to yourselves the Almighty logic of a bleeding Savior'sgroans; stand to it that you willnot let the angel go except He bless you! Back up your prayers with tears! Prove the sincerity of your tears by acts! Liveout your prayers. Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, and then work and strive for it. As one man, with one heart, be you dailycrying to your God, and seeking byacts of faith to prove the reality of your supplication.

And then, mark you-then shall the fire come down! We already have, I trust, the cloud. God this week has acknowledged thishouse to be His. We need the fire. "But what is the difference?" you ask. Why, there may be the Presence of God in a houseafter a certain fashion, inasmuch as His peoplethere worship Him; but yet it may not be His active Presence. We need not the cloud-the symbol of only His being there inmystery-we need the fire which is the symbol of His acting while He is present! Oh, my Brothers and Sisters, how much thepreacher needs the fire! He who hasthe tongue of flame can soon melt hearts, but what are these poor pieces of clay unless God bid the seraph touch them witha live coal from the Altar? Preaching is a farce unless the minister has fire within him! And when the fire is there, preachingis God's ordained and guaranteedway of bringing souls to Himself. You have heard preachers, I do not doubt, with an erudition so perfect that you couldnot fathom their meaning. You have heard them with an eloquence so exalted that you could not explain what it was that theywould set forth. You have listened tosome who rather seemed to have lips of ice than lips of fire; you have heard of many who are successful in giving sleepto those who never sleep at home. There are some preachers who can distribute narcotics with a bounteous hand, and send atone motion of their deadly arm a wholecrowd to sleep! May it never be so here! If we cannot keep you awake, it is better ourselves to go to sleep. When the congregationis asleep, it is a sign the minister ought to be in bed-where he could be comfortable-rather than in a pulpit where he ismischievous. But attentionmay be riveted without feeling being excited. We need the fire to make the feeling. Oh, I have heard a man preach a sermonto which an angel might have listened for its faultless truthfulness, but it lacked fire; but I have known another whose ministrywas faulty in many respects,rough were his words, the Gospel which he preached was not a full-orbed Gospel, but yet he spoke like a man who meant whathe said, with his heart boiling over at his eyes, with his soul rolling out of his mouth in one tremendous cataract, and menwere moved, and the masses flocked,and thousands listened, and souls were saved because the man was in earnest! Ah, when I see a man go up into his pulpitand ask the Lord the Holy Spirit to assist him, and then opens wide his manuscript and reads it all-I wonder what he means?And when he prays that he may havethe tongue of fire, and then speaks in such a mumbling cold trivial manner that his hearers detect at once that there isno heart about him-I wonder what he means?

Oh, fire of God, come down upon the tongue of the minister! But we need this fire upon the hearers, too. How well people listenwhen they come to hear something! When they come up, and do not expect to get anything, it is not often they are disappointed;but when they are willing to listen towhatever is to be said in God's name, how delightful, how easy, how pleasant it is to address them! We need much of thatkind of fire! Oh, how we need the ear that is circum- cised-the heart that is softened! The minister is the sower; O God,plow the furrows first! The ministerwaters; great God, plant the cedar first! We are but the lights; Great God, give the eyes! We are but the trumpets; O Lord,open the ears! We do but speak-Great God, give life that when we speak, we may not speak to dead men, but that life may begiven through our word! Fire isabundantly needed upon the hearers!

What a noble effect is produced when once the fire comes down upon a congregation! I will picture you a Church without fire,and then one with it. There is a Chapel-we will not say where-anywhere you like. On Sabbath morning the minister enters hisplace; he hardly expects to see it half full.He comes in about five minutes late. He gives out the hymn-two or three singers rise up and slaughter the praise. The peoplekeep dropping in all through the hymn. Prayer begins, and they are still dropping in. The Chapter has been read, and the secondhymn going on; they arestill coming in. At last they have got quietly settled. The clerk has just finished the last verse; he composes himselfto his usual sleep; the congregation also prepare themselves for what they are about to receive. Firstly has produced itseffect; secondly is telling upon thepeople very manifestly; and by the time that thirdly has been given out,[three sermon points] perhaps the last pair of eyeswill have ceased to gaze upon the pulpit and the vacant face within it! But as you stand in the aisle, you say to yourself,"Well, this is a sight indeed! Thatis a good man in the pulpit, but what right has he there?. These are good people, but what do they come here for? Thereis no earnestness, no life." The notices have to be given out- "Prayer meeting on Monday evening; lecture on Thursday." Well,we will come on Monday evening. Sowe go. There is the minister and about four people besides ourselves. There are hardly enough to ask to pray; after onehas prayed, the minister will have to pray twice to make up the time; the prayers are 20 minutes long-they are not prayers,they are sermons. If anything, thePrayer Meeting is duller than the service, for there were people at the one, if no life; but here there are neither peoplenor life! Well, we will go and speak to the deacons.

"Well, Friend, how has your Church increased of late?" "Well, Sir, we do not increase; we have not looked to that lately;but Sir, things are very well; we are going on very comfortably." "How long since you have had a baptizing?" "Oh, we had abaptizing in old Dr. So-and-So's time. That is about,I think-let me see-fifteen years ago, I think." "You have not had one since?" "Well, I do not know; we may have had one.We have had some members join from other Churches, but we certainly have not had many." "And are you doing anything in theneighborhood for good?" "Well, no.We have some young people who are a little too rash and hasty; they will not be quite quiet; but our minister does not thinkthere is any use in going out of the old ways. Besides, he says revivals are all wildfire-that the Lord will certainly haveHis own, and that we ought notto exert ourselves beyond the proper limit. You know, he says that ministers who preach too often, always die prematurely.Our minister wants to live to a good old age, and therefore he is careful of his valuable life."

We will go and see the minister now. We will ask him to let us into the study. Sets of manuscripts-a bad sign! Shelves fullof sermons, and very little Puritan theology. Bad sign again. I wonder whether he will let us stop by while he is making asermon? The way to begin to make a sermon is tobend the knees and to cry to God for direction; that is the first point. He does not do that; he has marked 20 or 30 textsfor the next month or two, and he has had a bill printed, and told the people what he means to preach from, to prove thathe is guided by the Spirit for monthsin advance, and not in the same hour when he needs it! So he looks to see what the text is, and takes down various booksthat he has upon the subject, writes out his epistle to his church and the thing is done, and he may go out visiting. No groaningover souls, mark; none ofBaxter's compassion; no knocking of the knees together as he goes up the pulpit stairs; no sleepless nights because he cannotpreach as he would; no groaning when he comes home because he thinks there has been a failure where there ought to have beena success. No; the reason isbecause there is no fire. O God! Send down the fire and what a change there will be!

The fire has come. The next Saturday the minister is in his study again, and the thought-an awful thought- strikes him, "Whatif the blood of souls should be at my door?" He gets up. He paces the room; puts his hand upon his forehead; he had neverthought of that before! Preaching these years,but he never thought he was responsible for men- never imagined that he must certainly be either his brother's keeper, orhis brother's murderer! He cannot stand it. That discourse he was going to deliver will not do; he will take another. A textcomes to his mind; it shall bethis-"Ho, everyone who thirsts, come you to the waters!" When he wakes on Sabbath morning, he is all in fear-suppose heshould break down? He lifts up his heart to God; he prays for help. He goes up into the pulpit; he is trembling. He beginsto speak; the people do not knowwhat to make of it-the minister is different from anything he was before! He begins to speak to everyone who thirsts, andnow he begins to cry, "Ho!" He never spoke as loud as that before! Now he begins to plead, "Come you to the waters!" Theynever saw him stretch his hands outto plead before. "And he who has no money, come, buy wine and milk." And the tears roll down his cheeks, and he begins toplead with all the pathos of his nature while he begs souls to come to Christ, to come to Christ, to come to Christ!

The old sleepers find they cannot sleep; those who have had the most comfortable nap before, cannot effect it now. Eyes gleam-raysflash from many eyeballs which had for months been unconscious of a sympathetic glance; tears are seen! The minister pleadswith God after he has pleaded with men; hecomes down to the vestry. The old deacon takes hold of both his hands-"Bless God for such a sermon as this, Sir; it hasquite stirred me up; this is how old Dr. So-and-So used to preach." And the next deacon says, "I bless God for this! Don'tyou think we ought to have a specialPrayer Meeting about it? Better give notice of it this evening." Prayer Meeting next Monday. There are not many, but thereare four times as many as there were before; and oh, how they pray! Twenty minutes does not do; they pray 10 minutes each;they keep to the point; they do notpreach; they pray for God to bless the minister. Next Sabbath morning a fuller house; Sabbath evening crowded; souls areawakened, God is blessing the Word-saints pray, sinners tremble. The neighborhood is changed, and Christ is glorified! Thisis the effect of the fire. O God,send the fire here!

But, you will perceive, it is said that the priests could not enter into the house of the Lord because the Glory of the Lordfilled the house. The first time the priests could do nothing, but they stopped where they were. The second time they hadto be more forgotten, still, for they could not stayin the house. Let God send the fire of His Spirit here, and the minister will be more and more lost in His Master; you willcome to think less of the speaker, and more of the Truth of God spoken; the individual will be swamped; the words spoken willrise above everything! When youhave the cloud, the man is forgotten; when you have the fire, the man is lost, and you only see his Master! Suppose thefire should come here and the Master be seen more than the minister-what then? Why, this Church will become two, or three,or four thousand strong! It's easyenough in God to double our numbers, vast though they are. We shall have the lecture hall beneath this platform crowdedat each Prayer Meeting, and we shall see in this place young men devoting themselves to God; we shall find young ministersraised up and trained, and sent forth tocarry the fire to other parts! Japan, China and India shall have heralds of the Cross who have here had their tongues touchedwith the flame! The whole earth shall receive benedictions! If God shall bless us, He will make us a blessing unto all! Letbut God send down the fire, andthe biggest sinners in the neighborhood will be converted; those who live in the dens of infamy will be changed; the drunkwill forsake his cups, the swearer will repent his blasphemy, the debauched will leave their lusts-

"Dry bones be raised and clothed afresh, And hearts of stone be turned to flesh." If there is anywhere within these wallstonight a man who has not been within a place of worship for these last 20 years. If there are others who have forfeited allclaim to honor, and all title to respect, Great God,make these the first-fruits of Your power! Make them instances of Your mercy, trophies of Your Grace! This will be the effectof that fire which of old consumed the sacrifice, and which today consumes our sins, and fires our works, our songs, our prayers,till all smoke up toHeaven, and God accepts them as an offering of a sweet smell.

I shall not detain you longer, having thus set before your mind's eye the two things for which we should earnestly seek, andfor which we should cry to God. I shall close by simply preaching the Gospel, and I do not think that on this first occasionI can do it better than by simply telling thestory of how I was brought to Christ myself. I had been for years as a child in secret the prey of the most desponding feelings.One thought had crushed me. I was a sinner, and God was angry with the wicked every day. I began to pray, prayer gave me nocomfort, but made my burdenmore heavy. I read the Bible; the Bible was full of threats to me; I could find no promises there. I attended the houseof God constantly, but I never knew from all the preaching that I heard what I must do to be saved; my eyes were blind andmy soul ignorant. I heard a practicalpreacher, but what was the use of practice? It was like teaching a man to march who had no feet. I heard the Law thundered,but it was not thunder that I wanted, but notes of mercy. I hope that no creature ever had more intense and awful sorrow ofheart than I under conviction ofsin-feelings which I strived to conceal from all-and I was thought to be dull and idle because I had little heart for anything.As I have said before, I prayed daily and constantly, but my groans seemed to be reverberated from a bronze Heaven, and Godgave no mercy to me. Itmight have been so to this day if it had not been for the purpose and Providence of God which prevented me from going tomy usual place of worship, and compelled me to turn into a little Primitive Methodist chapel. Now that day was so snowy thatthere were very few people there, andthe minister did not come; I think he was snowed up. But they found out some poor man, a local preacher, and he was putinto the pulpit. Blessed be God! Blessed be God for that poor local preacher. He read his text. It was as much as he coulddo. The text was, "Look unto Me, and beyou saved, all the ends of the earth." He was an ignorant man, he could not say much; he was obliged to keep to his text.Thank God for that. He began, "Look, that is not hard work. You need not lift your hands, you do not need to lift your fingers.Look, a fool can do that. It doesnot need a wise man to look. A child can do that. You don't need to be full grown to use your eyes. Look, a poor man maydo that, no need of riches to look. Look-how simple-how simple." Then he went on, "Look unto Me. Do not look to yourselves,but look to Me, that is, Christ.Do not look to God the Father to know whether you are elected or not, you shall find that out afterwards, look to Me. Lookto Christ. Do not look to God the Holy Spirit to know whether He has called you or not. That you shall discover, by-and-by.Look unto Jesus Christ." And then hewent on in his own simple way to put it thus-"Look unto Me. I am sweating great drops of blood for you. Look unto Me, Iam scourged, and spit upon. I am nailed to the Cross. I die. I am buried. I rise and ascend. I am pleading before the Father'sThrone, and all this for you."

Now that simple way of putting the Gospel had enlisted my attention, and a ray of light had poured into my heart! Stoopingdown, he looked under the gallery and said-"Young man, you are very miserable." So I was, but I had not been accustomed tobe addressed in that way. "Ah," he said, "and youwill always be miserable if you don't do as my text tells you. That is, look unto Christ." And then he called out, withall his might, "Young man, look! In God's name look and look now!" I did look, blessed be God! I know I looked, then and there;and he who but that minute ago hadbeen near despair, had the fullness ofjoy and hope! And that instant he who was ready to destroy himself, could have stoodup then and there to-"Sing of Him, whose pardoning blood had washed sins away." And now here I stand to preach in this greatbuilding the same Gospel in thesame simple tones. Sinners, look to Christ and be saved-

"Ever since by faith I saw the stream, His flowing wound supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die."

Oh, Sinners! What if God should make this your spiritual birthday? And it can only be thus by your simply looking to Christ!Yes, by the prayers of an earnest wife, I beg you look. Oh, young man! By the groans of a loving mother, I beg you care foryour soul and look! Yes, old man! By the declineof years, and by those gray hairs and the nearness of your grave, I pray you look! Yes, you sons of poverty, by all thatyou have to suffer here, look, look to Jesus, that you may find in Him eternal riches! And you rich men, if you would notbe cursed by your riches, look and findthe healing for the diseases of this life! To one and all is the Word of this salvation sent-"He who believes and is baptizedshall be saved; he who believes not shall be damned." "Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and you shall be saved, and yourhouse."