Sermon 790. King's Gardens

(No. 790)

Delivered on Lord's-Day Evening, December 29 , 1867, by

C. H. SPURGEON,

At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

"The king's garden." Nehemiah 3:15.

THERE have been many very famous king's gardens, such as those "hanging gardens" in Nineveh, in which Sardanapalus delightedhimself, and that remarkable garden of Cyrus in which he took such great interest, because, as he said, every tree and everyplant in it had been both planted and tended by his own royal hand. Imagination might bid you wander among the beauties ofthe celebrated villas and gardens of the Roman emperors, or make you linger amid the roses and lilies of the voluptuous gardensof the Persian caliphs but we have nobler work in hand.

I call you to come with me to orchards of pomegranates, to beds of spices, camphor with spikenard, calamus and cinnamon, myrrhand aloes, and trees of frankincense. I am not about to speak of the gardens of any earthly monarch, for we can find far fairerflowers and rarer fruits in the gardens of the King of kings, the resorts of His Son, the Prince Immanuel. There are six ofthese "king's gardens" to which I shall conduct you, but we shall not have time to tarry in more than one of them.

I. The first of these king's gardens was THE GARDEN OF PARADISE, which was situated in the midst of Eden. You will read ofit in the book of Genesis. It was doubtless a fairer place than we have ever seen and much more marvelous for beauty thanwe can imagine. It was full of all manner of delights-a fruitful spot in which the man who was set to keep it would have noneed to toil, but would find it a happy and refreshing exercise to train the luxurious plants. No sweat was ever seen uponhis happy brow, for he cultivated a virgin soil. Abundance of luscious fruits ministered to his necessities. He could stretchhimself upon soft couches of moss and no inclement weather disturbed his repose.

No winter's wind scattered the leaves of Eden! No summer's heat burned up its flowers! There were sweet alternations of dayand night, but the day brought no sorrow and the night no danger. The beasts were there, yet not as beasts of prey, but asthe obedient servants of that happy man whom God had made to have dominion over all the works of His hands. In the midst ofthe garden grew that mysterious Tree of Life, of which we know so little, literally, but of which, I trust, we know much inits spiritual meaning, for we have fed upon its fruits and have been healed by its leaves.

Hard by it stood the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, placed there as the test of obedience. Adam's mind was equally balanced-ithad no bias to evil-and God left him to the freedom of his will, giving this as the test of his loyalty, that, if obedient,he would never touch the fruit of that one tree. Why need he? There were tens of thousands of trees, all of which bowed downtheir branches with abundant fruit for his hunger or his luxury. Why need he desire that solitary tree which God had fencedand hedged about?

But, in an evil hour, at the serpent's base suggestion-we know not how soon after his creation-he put forth his hand and pluckedfrom the forbidden tree! The mere plucking of the fruit seems little to the thoughtless, but the breaking of the Maker's Lawwas a great offense to Heaven, for it was man's throwing down the glove of battle against his Creator, and breaking his allegianceto his Lord and Master. This was great, great in itself and in its mischievous effects, for Adam fell that day, and he wasdriven out of Eden to till the thankless, thorn-bearing soil. And you and I fell in him and were banished with him. We werein his loins. He was "the father of us all," and on us he has brought the curse of toil, and in us all he has sown the seedsof iniquity!

Let it never be forgotten that in connection with the garden of Eden we are not now a pure and sinless race, and cannot beby nature, however civilized we may become. Men are born no longer with balanced minds, but a heavy weight of original sinin the scale. We are averse to that which is good. The bias of the mind of man, when he is born into the world, is towardsthat which is evil and we as naturally go astray as the serpent naturally learns to hiss, or the wolf totear and to devour. Ah, Brothers and Sisters, beware of thinking too little of the Fall. Slight thoughts upon the Fall areat the root of false theologies. The mischief that has been worked in us is not a trifling matter, but a thing to be trembledat.

Only the Divine hand can reclaim us. The house of manhood has been shaken to its foundations-each timber is decayed-leprosyis in the tottering wall. Man must be made new by the same creating hand that first made him, or he never can be a dwellingplace fit for God. Let those who boast of their natural goodness look to the garden of Eden and be ashamed of their pride-andthen examine their own actions by the glass of God's most holy Law-and be confounded that they should dream of purity! Howcan he be pure that is born of woman? "Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean thing? Not one."

As our mothers were sinful, such are we and such will our children be. As long as men are brought into the world by naturalgeneration we shall be "born in sin and shaped in iniquity." And if we are to be accepted by God we must be born again andmade new creatures in Christ Jesus. Alas, then, alas, for that first king's garden! The flowers are gone and the birds haveceased to sing! The winter's winds howl through it and the summer's sun scorches it! The beasts of prey are there. Perhapsthe very site of it, which is now unknown, may be a den of dragons, an habitation for the pelican of the wilderness and thebittern of desolation! Fit image, if it is so, of our natural estate, for we were altogether given up to desolation and destructionunless One mighty to save has espoused our cause and undertaken our redemption.

II. The second king's garden to which I will introduce you is very different from the first, but it yields more fragrant spicesand healthier herbs by far. It is THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE-the garden of the olive press, in which the Lord Jesus Christ wasthe olive, and God's anger against sin was the press. Take off your shoes, for the place where you stand is holy ground! 'Tisnight. Yonder are 12 men walking and talking sweetly as they walk. Observe One, a mysterious, majestic Person, who is evidentlysuperior to the rest. It is the Son of Man.

Hush! It is the Son of God, and as He talks you can hear words like these, "I am the Vine, you are the branches. Abide inMe and I in you." We will conceal ourselves behind that group of olive trees and will see what is to happen here. This isthe place where that mysterious Son of God was often to be found with His disciples. Just as God walked in the first gardenin Eden, so the Son of God walked in the second garden. And as God in the first garden communed with man, so of the secondgarden it is written Jesus oftentimes resorted there with His disciples. Look, He has dismissed eight of them. He has toldthem to wait yonder and on He goes with only three-Peter, and James, and John-the chosen out of the 11-and speaking to them,and bidding them watch, He leaves them, and is all alone.

Let us draw as near as we may. We see the Son of God in prayer, and as He prays His earnestness gathers strength. He is strivingwith an unseen enemy-struggling like a man who would overcome an adversary, wrestling so vigorously that He sweats-but itis a strange sweat! "His sweat was, as it were, great drops of blood falling to the ground." He is beginning to drink thecup of Jehovah's wrath which was due to our sins-a cup which we could not have emptied even through eternity, though everydrop of it had been a Hell.

Christ is downing the wrath-cup, and as He trembles under the fiery influence of the draught of worse than wormwood and gall,He cries, "If it is possible, let this cup pass from Me." But He recovers Himself and His prayer is, "Nevertheless, not asI will, but as You will." Backwards and forwards you see Him go like a man distracted. Three times He looks to the disciplesfor comfort, but they are slumbering. And then again He returns to His God and casts Himself upon His face, with strong cryingand tears, pouring out His soul in blood before high Heaven-such is the anguish of His tortured heart!

Behold here the beginning of our redemption. Jesus then began to suffer in our place, atoning for our iniquity. The mischiefof Eden fell upon Gethsemane. The mist of sin rose up in the garden of Paradise, and as it rose it gathered and collectedinto a black tremendous storm cloud, and then it burst, with flashes of lightning and with claps of thunder, upon the greatShepherd of the sheep, that we, who deserved to be overwhelmed by the tempest, might find fair weather in the rest which remainsfor the people of God. Perhaps no sight that was ever beheld of men or angels, except the Crucifixion, was more tremendousthan the agony of Gethsemane!

It must have been a terrible spectacle to have seen martyrs in the fire, or men and women devoured by lions and bears in theRoman amphitheatre, but then to the Christian's eyes there was a pleasure mingled with these ghastly sights, for God sustainedHis faithful ones. They clapped their hands amidst the fire! They sang when the wild beasts were leapingupon them! Such holy joy beamed from their countenances that their Brethren were comforted rather than distressed, and saintswished to be there with them that they might die as they died and win the martyr's crown!

But, when you look at Christ in the garden, you miss the help which the martyrs had. God forsakes Him! He must tread the winepressalone, and of the people there must be none with Him. Yes, and yet, dark as that night was-the darkest night that ever fellupon this world-it was the mother of that Gospel light of finished redemption which now enlightens the Gentiles and bringsglory unto Israel!

Let us leave the King's garden, then, with feelings of deep repentance that we should have made Jesus suffer so, and yet withholy gladness to think that thus has He redeemed us from the ruins of the Fall.

III. I claim a moment's thought for the GARDEN OF THE BURIAL AND THE RESURRECTION. In Joseph's garden, in the new tomb, theBeloved of our souls slept for awhile and then arose to His Glory-life. Detained of death He could not be, for He was no longera lawful Captive. He had finished His work and earned His reward, and therefore the imprisoning stone was rolled away. Heis not here, for He is risen! The seal is broken, the watchmen are dispersed, the stone is removed, the Captive is free!

What comfort is here, for, as Jesus rose, so all His slumbering saints shall likewise leave the tomb. His Resurrection isthe resurrection of all the saints. Wait but awhile and the tomb shall be no longer the treasury of death. So surely as theLord came forth from the sepulcher to glory and immortality, all His saints are justified and clean. None can accuse us nowthat the Lord has risen, indeed, no more to die. His one offering has perfected forever all the chosen ones and His gloriousuprising is the guarantee of their acceptance. Faith delights in the garden where Magdalene found her unknown, yet well-known,Lord, and where angels kept watch and ward over the couch, which the immortal Sufferer had relinquished. Henceforth it isto us a King's garden, abounding with pleasant fruits and fragrant flowers.

IV. And now I desire to take you to a fourth king's garden. You will not have far to go. Put your hand on your bosom and yourfinger will be on the latch of its door. It is THE GARDEN OF THE HUMAN HEART. The heart is a little garden-little, apparently,but yet so extensive that it is all but infinite-for who can tell the limit of the heart of man? How far-darting the imaginationsand the affections of the soul of man may be? Now, this little-great thing, the human heart, is meant to be a garden for God.

Did I say it was a garden? It should be so, but alas, by nature it scarcely deserves the name, for I perceive it to be allovergrown with weeds-thistle and briar, deadly nightshade, and nettles, and I know not what besides-spring up everywhere.I see trees, but they drop with poison, like the deadly upas, whose drip is death. There are no luscious fruits, but insteadthe grapes of Gomorrah and apples of Sodom. This loathsome den of festering evils is what should have been God's garden, butit is a tangled wilderness of all manner of noxious things! Thorns, also, and thistles does it bringforth.

What must be done to this neglected garden? What heavenly horticulture can be used upon it to reclaim it from its desert state?God, the great Farmer, must come and turn it over after His own fashion. The rough plow of conviction must be dragged throughit. The spade of trouble must break up the surface and smash to pieces the clods, and kill the weeds. And fire must burn upthe rubbish. Has that ever been done in the garden of your heart, dear Hearer? Have you ever had your soul plowed and cross-plowedand harrowed with sorrow till you were driven well-near to despair? Have you seen your sweet sins killed so that you couldnot take pleasure in them any longer, but desired to be clean rid of them? That must be done if the garden is to be reclaimedand made worthy of the Divine Owner.

Then when the soil is broken up and the clods are turned there must be seed sown, and the planting of slips from the Treeof Life and seeds from the nurseries of Heaven-seeds that shall turn to flowers which shall be full of sweet perfume, acceptableto Christ. The seeds of faith, love, hope, patience, perseverance, and zeal must be carefully cast into prepared soil by theHoly Spirit's hand, and fostered by the same kindly care. Before the heart can be called a garden fit for the King of kings,these must bud, and blossom, and yield their fruits.

When I regard attentively that garden which was so lately covered over with weeds, but which is now sown and planted, I perceivethat the plants grow not well unless the soil is drained. There must be always drained out of us much superfluity of naughtinessand excess of carnal confidence or our heart will be a cold swamp-a worthless plant-killing bog. Affliction drains us. Wedo not like to have our money or our friends taken from us, and yet the love of these mightruin us for all fruit-bearing if God did not remove them. Besides the draining, there must also be constant hoeing, and rakingand digging.

After a garden is made, the beds are never left long alone. The gardener must have his eye upon them or they run to riot.If they were left to themselves, they would soon breed weeds again and return to the old confusion-so the hoe must be constantlykept going if the garden is to he clean. So with the garden of the heart-cleansing and pruning must be done every day andGod must do it through ourselves, and we must do it by constant self-examination and repentance, striving in the power ofthe Holy Spirit to keep ourselves free from the sins which do so easily beset us. I find that the weeds grow fast enough inmy soul, and keep me in full employment to check their growth.

Cowper talks about-

"The dear hour which brought me to Your foot, And cut up all my follies by the root."

Surely, good Cowper must have made a mistake! I know mine were never cut up by the roots. When they have been cut down, theroot soon sprouts again! They will be cut up by the root one day, as I believe and hope, but till then I must be incessantlywatchful. The roots are still there. Alas, alas, alas, that it should be so! O Lord Jesus, help us, or we shall be overgrownwith our besetting sins. Corruption still remains even in the heart of the regenerate, and the garden of the King of kingsis often overgrown with weeds. But for God it is still a garden-a garden for Jesus to walk in, and there are happy times whenHe deigns to sit down in the arbor of our souls!

What a royal garden our poor heart then becomes! It may be the body is covered with poor garments. It may be our whole outwardman is very sick and faint, but still our manhood is a King's garden when Christ is within and we are kings and priests untoour God as Jesus holds fellowship with us! The angels come into that garden, too, and when the air is still and the noiseof outside cares is hushed, we have often enjoyed a little Heaven within our heart, the beginning of the Heaven to which wehope soon to go!

Dear Hearer, do you know what we mean by paradise within, glory beaming in the heart, Heaven in the soul? Jesus can teachyou this. The heart is a King's garden, Beloved. Jesus bought it with His precious blood, and He has now, by His Grace, comeinto it and claimed it to be His own. My Friend, if He has not come to you yet, I hope He will. If you have not given yourheart to Him, I hope you may be led to do so by His gracious Spirit. But, if your heart is His, oh, keep it for your Beloved!Do not give the keys to anyone else! The love of husband, wife and child-each of these is to have its proper place-but theheart's core is the King's garden.

Mark you, it is not the husband's garden, nor the wife's garden, nor the child's garden-the dearest idols we have known mustnot be set up there-it is the King's garden! I hope you will say tonight, before you go to rest, "O king, come into my garden,and eat my pleasant fruit! Awake, O heavenly wind, and blow upon the garden of my soul, and let all the plants of my new naturegive forth their sweetness that my Beloved may be charmed with my company, and that I may be filled with His sweet love."

V. However, I want you to spend most of your time in a fifth garden, and that is THE GARDEN OF THE CHRISTIAN CHURCH-our garden,and yet the King's garden-planted and flourishing in this place. Follow me in each word of the text. What is it? A garden.The Church of God is a garden. Many thoughts are gathered in that one metaphor like bees in a hive. It is called a gardenin the book of Solomon's Song, so I know that we are not wrong in using the illustration.

But what does a garden mean? In the first place it implies separation. A garden is not the open waste, the shrubs, or thecommon. It is not a wilderness. It is walled around-it is hedged in. Ah, Christian, when you join the Church, remember you,too, become by profession hedged in for King Jesus! I earnestly desire to see the wall of separation between the Church andthe world made broader and stronger. Believe me, nothing gives me more sorrow than when I hear of Church members saying, "Well,there is no harm in this. There is no harm in that," and getting as near to the world as possible. It does not matter whatyou may think of it, but I am certain that Divine Grace is at low ebb in your soul when you even raise the question of howfar you may go in worldly conformity.

We are to avoid the very appearance of evil, and especially just at this festive season of the year, this Christmas, whenso many of you are having your parties, your children's sports, and all that kind of thing. I would have you doubly jealous,do remember, Church members, that you are to be Christians always, if Christians at all. We do not grantdispensations to sin, as the Roman Catholics did in Luther's day. You are always to wear your uniforms as Christian soldiersand never, at any time, say, "Well, I shall do this just now-it is only once a year. I shall do as the world does-I cannotbe out of fashion." You must be either out of the fashion, or out of the true Church-remember that, because the place forChrist's Church is altogether out of fashion.

You are called to go forth outside the camp, bearing His reproach. If you want to be in the camp, you cannot be Christ's disciple,for the love of the world is enmity to Christ. You must be a separated one or be lost. If you want to be the common, you cannotbe the garden! And if you are willing and anxious to be the garden, why, then, do not attempt to be the common. Keep the hedgesup. Keep the gates well bolted-king's gardens must not be left open to thieves and robbers. Be not conformed to the world,but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. The King's garden is a separated place-keep it so.

The King's garden is a place of order. You do not, when you go into your garden, find the flowers all put in any which way-thewise gardener arranges them according to their tints and hues so that in the midst of summer the garden shall look like arainbow that has been broken to pieces and let down upon the earth-delightful to gaze upon. All the walks are even, the bedsare in proportion, and the plants well arranged, just as they should be. Such should the Christian Church be-pastor, deacons,elders, members-all in their proper places. We are not a load of bricks, but a house.

The Church is not a mere heap, but it is to be a palace built for God, a temple in which He manifests Himself. Let us alltry to maintain order in the household of Christ, and above all things hate discord and confusion. Let us be men who knowhow to keep rank, maintaining a decent order and regularity in all things. We seek not the order which consists in all sleepingin their places, like corpses in the catacombs, but we desire the order which finds all working in their places for the commoncause of the Lord Jesus. May we never become a disorderly, disunited, irregular Church. May there be order in the garden preservedby the power of love and Divine Grace.

A garden is a place of beauty. Such should the Christian Church be. You gather together the fairest flowers from all landsand put them in your garden. And if you see no beauties in the streets, you expect to see them in the florist's beds. So,if there is no holiness, no love, no zeal, no prayerfulness outside in the world, yet we should see these things in the Church!We are not to take the world to be our guide, but we are to excel it. We must do more than others. The Lord Jesus Christ toldHis disciples that their righteousness must exceed that of even the Scribes and Pharisees or they could not enter the kingdom.And the genuine Christian must seek to be more excellent in his life than the best moralist because Christ's garden oughtto have the best flowers in all the world! Even the best is poor compared with what Christ's deserves-let us not put Him offwith withered and dying plants. The rarest, richest, choicest lilies and roses ought to bloom in the place which Jesus callsHis own.

The king's garden is a place of growth, too. I do not suppose the florist would think that soil fit to be a garden in whichhis plants would not grow. It would be a dead loss to him if the slips remained slips and if the buds never turned to flowers.So in the Church of God. We are not introduced into fellowship to be always the same, always little children and babes inGrace. We should grow in Grace and in the knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The Prayer Meeting should be a schoolof practical education for our Beloved young members, a place for the young nestlings to try their callous wings. When theytry to pray, at first they may almost break down, perhaps, but if they will not give way to a foolish timidity, they willsoon get over it and find themselves useful-not merely in public prayer, but in a thousand works of usefulness besides. Growthshould be rapid where Jesus is the Gardener and the Holy Spirit the dew from above.

Again, a garden is a place of retirement. When a man is in his garden he does not expect to see all his customers walkingdown between the beds to do business with him. "No," he says, "I am walking in my garden, and I expect to be alone." So theLord Jesus Christ would have us reserve the Church to be a place in which He can manifest Himself to us as He does not untothe world. Oh I wish that Christians were more retired, that they kept their hearts more shut up for Christ! I am afraid weoften worry and trouble ourselves, like Martha, with much serving so that we have not the room for Christ that Mary had, anddo not sit at His feet as we ought to do. The Lord grant us Grace to keep our hearts as closed gardens for Christ to walkin.

This, then, is a poor description of what the Church is. And now, very briefly, whose is it? The Church is a garden, but itis the King's garden. The Church is not mine, nor yours, but the King's. It is the King's garden because He chose it for Himself-

"We are a garden walled around, Chosen, and made peculiar ground. A little spot enclosed by Grace Out of the world's widewilderness." We are the King's because He bought us-Naboth said he would not give up his vineyard because he inherited it.So does Christ inherit us by an indefeasible title. We are His heritage and He has so dearly bought us with His own bloodthat He will never give us up, blessed be His name!

We are His because He has conquered us. He won us in fair fight and now we acknowledge the validity of His title-deeds, andconfess, every one of us, as the members of His church, that we are His, and that He is ours. What a nobility this gives toChrist's Church! I have sometimes heard people talk disparagingly of Church meetings-there may be but few persons present-someof those may be young members and some may be very old. Yet I have been much grieved when I have heard people despise sucha Church meeting for Christ would not despise it! Let such beware. Whenever the Church meets, either as a whole or representatively,there is a solemn dignity cast about that assembly which is not to be found in a parliament of kings and princes.

Yes, I will say it-if Louis Napoleon could call a senate of all the potentates in this world in Paris and hold a congressthere-the whole of them put together would not be worth the snap of a finger compared with half-a-dozen godly old women whomeet together in the name of Christ as a Church, in obedience to the Lord's command! God would not be there with the potentates-whatcares He for them? But He would be with the most poor and despised of His people who meet together as a Church in Jesus Christ'sname. "Lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world," is more glorious than ermine, or purple, or crown! Constitutea Church in the name of Christ and meet together as such, and there is no assembly upon the face of the earth that can becompared with it! Even the assembly of the firstborn in Heaven is but a branch of the grand whole of which the assembliesof the Church on earth make up an essential part. The Church is the King's garden.

I am going to ask, now, if the Church is a garden, what does it need? One thing it certainly requires is labor. You cannotkeep a garden in proper order without work. We want more laborers in this Church, especially of one sort. We want some whowill be planters. I had a letter last week from a young woman. I do not know who she is. I do not know where she sits. Itmay be in the top gallery, it is quite as likely to be in the second-perhaps more likely-and in the arena quite as likelyagain. She says that she has been here for two years and that she has been very anxious about her soul, and she has oftenwished that somebody would speak to her but nobody has done so.

Now, if I knew where she sat, I should say to the friends who sit there that I am ashamed of them! As I do not know whereshe sits, will those of you who love Christ, but who have not been in the habit of looking after others, be so kind as tobe ashamed of yourselves, because there is somebody or other to be blamed in this business! If you love Jesus at all, I cannotunderstand how you can let a person come to this Tabernacle for two years and not speak to them! Somebody has been negligent,very negligent! Whoever it may be, let him see to it! I do not say you can speak upon the best things the first time you seethem, though you might try to do that at any rate-but how can you have been silent for two years?

How can this be? You have been here twice every Sunday and that young woman has been here twice. Well, there are 200 times-200opportunities that you have lost! Two hundred times that you have let that poor soul go away burdened without speaking toher! I need laborers very badly, real hard-working soul-winners! I need planters who can get the young slips and put themwhere they will grow! I need helpers who will gather up the young lambs, just as they are born, and carry them in their bosoma little while. We need spiritual nurses who will give comfort to the broken-hearted and pour in the oil of consolation intothe wounds of poor trembling sinners!

In every Church there ought to be some to watch over those who are planted. When we receive members we ought to look afterthem! And as one person cannot do it thoroughly-as even the elders and deacons are hardly numerous enough for so great a work-itshould be the aim and duty of all the experienced Christians in the Church to fondly tend the younger ones. I believe thatmany of you do this, and I am very thankful to zealous friends who are not in office in the Church who do a great deal invisiting the sick and watching over the younger members. Only I want all of you to do it!

Oh, if everybody were duly anxious about keeping this garden in order, how beautifully trimmed all the borders would be andhow few weeds should we find springing up in the beds!

May I ask you, members of the Church, are you doing your duty by the King's garden? You are yourselves His own chosen ones,and He has worked for you so that you have no need to work to save yourselves. But still, you must not be idle, for your Lordhas said to you, "Go, work today in My vineyard." Are you doing it? I thank you if you are. If you are not, blame yourselves.There should be a little band in every Church to collect the stragglers. Our vines will grow out of order if they can, butwe must deal wisely with them and fasten them up in their places. We must be on the alert when we see backsliding begin. Howmuch can be done by old Christians in trying to stop backsliding among the young! I believe that half the cases that havegone badly might have been stopped by a little judicious forethought.

I say again, what can we, who are the officers of this Church, do with so many? Why, we number more than 3,500 in Church fellowship.But if you will look after each other, and seek wherever you see a little decline or a little coldness, to bring the Brotherback, the King's garden will be well cared for. The King's garden needs laborers-may you all labor, and its needs in thisrespect will be met. Sometimes we need, Brothers and Sisters, to burn up the rubbish and sweep up the leaves. In the bestChurch there will always be some falling leaves. Somebody gets out at the elbow with another Brother. We are not any of usperfect, even though we get on far more than reasonably well with one another as a Church. I never saw any Church that wasreally so well knit together in Christian love as we are-but there are always a few leaves about, and not a little dust tobe put in the corner and burned.

May I ask a Brother, whenever he sees any mischief, to sweep it up and say nothing about it? Whenever you find that such-and-sucha Brother is going a little amiss, talk to him about it quietly. Do not spread it all over the Church and cause jealousiesand suspicions. Pick up the leaf and destroy it. When a Brother member has offended you so that you feel vexed, forgive him,for I dare say you will need forgiveness before many days are over. We have none of us, perhaps, the sweetest of tempers,but if we do have the sweetest, the way to prove it is by forgiving those who have not. If every one would seek to make peacethere never could be any great accumulation of discord in the King's garden to annoy Him. And when He came walking in He wouldfind it all beautiful and in good order, and all the flowers blooming delightfully-and He would find His delights with thesons of men.

Now, I have said that the Church needs laborers, but, dear Friends, it needs something else! It needs new plants. I wish Imight find some tonight. Our King finds plants for His garden outside the wall. He takes the wild olive branches and graftsthem into the good olive, and then the sap changes the nature. A new thing, that! It is not thus in our gardens at home, butwonders are worked in the garden of the King! He transplants weeds from the dunghill and makes them to grow as lilies in themidst of his fair garden. Will you be such a plant? May the Master's love constrain you to desire to be such a one, and, ifyou desire it, you shall have it! Trust in the Lord Jesus Christ and you are His! Rest alone upon Him and you are a plantof His right-hand planting, and shall never be rooted up. God grant that you may blossom to the skies.

But, dear Friends, all the laborers and all the new plants would not be what the Church requires if she had not somethingelse-for every garden needs rain, and every garden needs sunshine. This Church, if it had ever so many laborers, could neverprosper without the dew of the Holy Spirit and the sunshine of the Divine favor. We have had these blessings to a very greatextent. We must pray that we may have more. I should like to know of some of you how long it is since you have been to a PrayerMeeting. Shall I stop and let you count? Well, you have not been just lately because it is Christmas time. Very well, I didnot expect to see you. And if I had expected, I should have been disappointed.

But it was not Christmas time last October, and yet you were not here then! Some of you very seldom come at all. If you arelawfully detained at home, I would never ask you to come, or upbraid you for minding your home duties. You have no right toleave legitimate business that ought to be done to come here. But I am certain that some of you are idle and might come ifyou liked. I pray the Lord to send you a horsewhip in the shape of trouble in your conscience till you do come, for it verymuch weakens us all in our prayers when our numbers decline!

And whenever people come to despise weeknight services-be sure of it-farewell to the vital power of godliness, for weeknightservices are very, very much the stamp of the man. Any hypocrite will come on a Sunday, but a man does need to take some interestin religious services to be found mingling with the people of God in prayer. Am I to believe that some of you do not carewhether souls are saved or not? Am I to believe that some of you, our Church members, haveno care whether our ministry is blessed or not? Am I to believe that you continue members of a Church in which you take nointerest? Am I to believe that it is nothing to you whether Christ is crowned or despised? I will not believe it!

And yet your absence from the meetings for prayer tends to make me fear that it must be so. I beg you correct yourselves inthis matter, and as the King's garden needs rain and sunshine and we cannot expect to have it without prayer, let us not forgetthe assembling of ourselves together as the manner of some is. Oh, for more prayer! More to pray! And for those who do pray,to pray with more fervor and more constancy in supplication! One favor I would ask. If you cannot come to the Prayer Meetings-andmany of you, I know, cannot, and I do not speak to you blaming you- but do pray in the family, do pray in the closet for us.Do not let us become poor in prayer. It is a bad thing to become poor in money because we need it for a thousand causes, andcannot get on without it. But we can do without money better than we can do without prayer! We must have your prayers. I hadalmost said, if you do not give us your daily prayers give up your membership, for it is no good to yourselves and cannotbe of any use to us. The very least thing that a Church member can do is to plead with God that the blessing may descend.It is the King's garden, and will you not pray for it? It is the King's own garden in which He loves to walk and which Hehas purchased with His blood-shall not your prayers go up that His Church may flourish, and that His kingdom may come?

And now, lastly, on this point. This King's garden, what does it produce? If there had been time, I meant to have waited whileyou answered the question as to how much you produced. Sometimes in our garden we have a tree which is so loaded with fruitthat we have to put props under it to keep the branches from trembling. There are one or two in this Church of that sort,who bear much fruit for God, and are so weak in body that their very fruitfulness of zeal and earnestness seems as thoughit would break them. I pray God that with His gracious promise He may prop them up. I am afraid that this is not the pictureof most of us. You say to the gardener sometimes, "Will there be any fruit on that tree this season? It is time that it shouldshow." He looks, and looks, and looks again, and at last the good man says, "I think I can see one little one up at time top,Sir, but I do not know whether it will come to much."

That, I am afraid, is the photograph of many professors. There is fruit, or else they would not be saved ones, but it is "alittle one." "Herein is my Father glorified, that you bear much fruit; so shall you be My disciples." May your prayer be notfor fruit only, but for much fruit, and may God send it! Remember, if there is any fruit at all, it all belongs to the King.If a soul is saved, He shall have the glory of it. If there is any advance made in the great cause of Truth and righteousness,the crown shall be put upon His head. The keepers of the vineyard shall have their hundreds, but the King Himself shall haveHis 10,000s time 10,000s, for He deserves it all.

VI. And now, dear Friends, before I send you away, there is one more garden I must mention, but the time is so far past thatI shall not keep you to say much about it. It is the GARDEN OF THE PARADISE ABOVE. I shall let God's Word speak to you aboutthat garden, and then have done. "And he showed in a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of thethrone of God and of the Lamb. In the midst of the street of it, and on either side of the river, was there the Tree of Life,which bore 12 manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.And there shall be no more curse but the throne of God and of the Lamb shall be in it; and His servants shall serve Him: andthey shall see His face; and His name shall be on their foreheads. And there shall be no night there; and they need no candle,neither light of the sun; for the Lord God gives them light: and they shall reign forever and ever."

In that garden of the Paradise above may we all be found at the last. Amen.

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