Sermon 995. The Sheep and Their Shepherd

(No. 995)

Delivered by


At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington

"My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me."-John 10:27.

CHRISTIANS ARE HERE compared to sheep. Not a very flattering comparison you may say; but then we do not wish to be flattered,nor would our Lord deem it good to flatter us, While far from flattering, it is, however, eminently consoling, for of allcreatures there are not any more compassed about with infirmity than sheep. In this frailty of their nature they are a fitemblem of ourselves; at least, of so many of us as have believed in Jesus and become his disciples. Letothers boast how strong they are; yet if there be strong ones anywhere, certainly we are weak. We have proved our weakness,and day by day we lament it. We do confess our weakness; yet may we not repine at it, for, as Paul said, so we find, whenwe are weak then are we strong. Sheep have many wants, yet they are very helpless, and quite unable to provide for themselves.But for the shepherd's cure they would soon perish. This, too, is our case. Our spiritual needs are numerous and pressing,Yetwe cannot supply any of them. We are travelers through a wilderness that yields us neither food nor water. Unless ourbread drop down from heaven, and our water flow out of the living rock, we must die. Our weakness and our want we keenly feel:still we have no cause to murmur, since the Lord knows our poor estate, and succours us with the tenderest care. Sheep, too,are silly creatures, and in this respect likewise we are very sheepish. We meekly own it to him who is ready to guide us.We say,as David said, "O God, thou knowest my foolishness;" and he says to us as he said to David, "I will instruct thee andteach thee in the way which thou shalt go." If Christ were not our wisdom, we should soon fall a prey to the destroyer. Everygrain of true wisdom that we possess we have derived from him; of ourselves we are dull and giddy; folly is bound up in ourheart. The more conscious you are, dear brethren, of your own deficiencies, your lack of stamina, discretion, sagacity, andall theinstincts of self-preservation, the more delighted you will be to see that the Lord accepts you under these conditions,and calls you the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand. He discerns you as you are, claims you as his own, foreseesall the ills to which you are exposed, yet tends you as his flock, sets store by every lamb of the fold, and so feeds youaccording to the integrity of his heart, and guides you by the skilfulness of his hands. "I will feed my flock, and I willcause them to lie down, saith the Lord God." Oh, what sweet music there is to us in the name which is given to our Lord Jesus Christ of "the good Shepherd"! It not onlydescribes the office he holds, but it sets forth the sympathy he feels, the aptness he shows, and the responsibility he bearsto promote our well-being. What if the sheep be weak, yet is the shepherd strong to guard his flock from the prowling wolfor the roaring lion. If the sheep suffer privation because the soil isbarren, yet is the shepherd able to lead them into pasturage suitable for them. If they be foolish, yet he goes beforethem, cheers them with his voice, and rules them with the rod of his command. There cannot be a flock without a shepherd;neither is there a shepherd truly without a flock. The two must go together. They are the fullness of each other. As the churchis the fullness of him that filleth all in all, so we rejoice to remember that "of his fullness have all we received, andgracefor grace." That I am like a sheep is a sorry reflection; but that I have a shepherd charms away the sorrow and createsa new joy. It even becomes a gladsome thing to be weak, that I may rely on his strength; to be full of wants, that I may drawfrom his fullness; to be shallow and often at my wit's end, that I may be always regulated by his wisdom. Even so doth myshame redound to his praise. Not to you, ye great and mighty, who lift your heads high, and claim for yourselves honor: notfor youis peace, not to you is rest; but unto you, ye lowly ones, who delight in the valley of humiliation, and feel yourselvesto be taken down in your own esteem-to you it is that the Shepherd becomes dear; and to you will he give to lie down in greenpastures beside the still waters.

In a very simple way, we shall speak about the proprietor of the sheep. "My sheep," says Christ. Then, we shall have a little to say about the marks of the sheep. After that I propose to talk awhileabout the privileges of the sheep. "I know my sheep:" they are privileged to be known of Christ. "My sheep hear my voice."

I. Who is the proprietor of the sheep? They are all Christ's. "My sheep hear my voice." How came the saints to be Christ's?

They are his, first of all, because he chose them. Ere the worlds were made, out of all the rest of mankind he selected them.He knew the race would fall, and become unworthy of the faculties with which he endowed them, and the inheritance he had assignedthem. To him belonged the sovereign prerogative that he might have mercy on whom he would have mercy; and he, out of his ownabsolute will, and according to the counsel of his own good pleasure, made choice severally andindividually of certain persons, and he said, "These are mine." Their names were written in his book: they became hisportion and his heritage. Having chosen them of old so many ages ago, rest assured he will not lose them now. Men prize thatwhich they have long had. If there is a thing that was mine but yesterday, and it is lost today, I might not fret about it;but if I have long possessed it, and called it my patrimony, I would not willingly part with it. Sheep of Christ, ye shallbe hisfor ever, because ye have been his from ever. They are Christ's sheep, because his Father gave them to him. They werethe gift of the Father to Christ. He often speaks of them in this way. "As many as thou hast given me:" "Thou hast given themme," saith he, over and over again. Of old, the Father gave his people to Christ. Separating them from among men, he presentedthem to him as a gift, committed them into his hand as a trust, and ordained them for him as the lot of his inheritance. Thusthey become a token of the Father's love to his only begotten Son, a proof of the confidence he reposed in him, and apledge of the honor that shall be done unto him. Now, I suppose we most of us know how to value a gift for the donor's sake.If presented to us by one whom we love, we set great store by it. If it has been designed to be a love-token, it awakens inour minds many sweet memories. Though the intrinsic worth may be of small account, the associations make it exceedingly precious.Wemight be content to lose something of far greater value in itself rather than that which is the gift of a friend, theoffering of his love. I like the delicate sentiment of the poet, as it is expressed in that pretty verse-

"I never cast a flower away,

The gift of one who cared for me;

A little flower-a faded flower,

But it was done reluctantly."

Yet, oh, how weak the words of human passion! but, oh, how strong the expressions of divine ardor, when Jesus speaks to theFather of "the men whom thou gavest me out of the world"! "Thine they were," he says, "and thou gavest them me; and thosethat thou gavest me I have kept." Ye sheep of Christ, rest safely; let not your soul be disturbed with fear. The Father gaveyou to his Son, and he will not lightly lose what God himself has given him. The infernal lions shall notrend the meanest lamb that is a love-token from the Father to his best Beloved. While Christ stands defending his own,he will protect them from the lion and the bear, that would take the lambs of his flock; he will not suffer the least of themto perish.

"My sheep," says Christ. They are his, furthermore, because, in addition to his choice and to the gift, he has bought them with a price.They had sold themselves for nought; but he has redeemed them, not with corruptible things as with silver and gold, but withhis precious blood. A man always esteems that to be exceedingly valuable which he procured with risk-with risk of life andlimb. David felt he could not drink the water that the brave warriors who brokethrough the host of the Philistines brought to him from the well at Bethlehem, because it seemed to him as though it werethe blood of the men that went in jeopardy of their lives; and he poured it out before the Lord. It was too precious a draughtfor him, when men's lives had been hazarded for it. But the good Shepherd not only hazarded his life, but even laid it downfor his sheep. Jacob exceedingly valued one part of his possessions, and he gave it to Joseph: he gave him one portion abovehis brethren. Now, you may be sure he would give, Joseph that which he thought most precious. But why did he give himthat particular portion? Because, he says, "I took it out of the hand of the Amorite with my sword and with my bow." Now,our blessed Shepherd esteems his sheep because they cost him his blood. They cost him his blood-I may say, he took them outof the hand of the Amorite with his sword and with his bow in bloody conflict, where he was victor, but yet was slain. Thereis notone sheep of all his flock but what he can see the mark of his blood on him. In the face of every saint the Savior sees,as in a glass, the memorial of his bloody sweat in Gethsemane, and his agonies at Golgotha. "Ye are not your own, for ye arebought with a price." That stands as a call to duty, but it is at the same time a consolation, for if he has bought me, hewill have me. Bought with such a price, he will not like to lose me, nor suffer any foe to take me out of his hand. Thinknot thatChrist will suffer those to perish for whom he died. To me the very suggestion seems to draw near to the verge of blasphemy.If he has bought me with his blood, I cannot conceive he cares nothing for me, will take no further concern about me, or willsuffer my soul to be cast into the pit. If he has suffered in my stead, where is justice gone that the substitute should bearmy guilt, and I should bear it too? and where is mercy fled, that God should execute twice the punishment for one offense!Nay, beloved, those whom he hath bought with blood are his, and he will keep them.

"My sheep," says Christ. They are his, or in due time they shall become so, through his capturing them by sacred power. As well by powerare we redeemed as by price, for the blood-bought sheep had gone astray even as others. "All we like sheep have gone astray;we have turned every one to his own way," but, my brethren, the good shepherd has brought many of us back with infinite condescension:with boundless mercy he followed us when we went astray. Oh, what blindslaves we were when we sported with death! We did not know then what his love had ordained for us: it never entered ourpoor, silly heads that there was a crown for us; we did not know that the Father's love had settled itself on us, or everthe day-star knew its place. We know it now, and it is he that has taught us; for he followed us over mountains of vanity,through bogs and miry places of foul transgression; tracked our devious footsteps on and on, through youth and menhood, tillat last,with mighty grace, he grasped us in his arms and laid us on his shoulder, and is this day carrying us home to the greatfold above, rejoicing as he bears all our weight and finds us in all we need. Oh, that blessed work of effectual grace! Hehas made us his own, he has defeated the enemy, the prey has been taken from the mighty, and the lawful captive has been delivered."He hath broken the gates of brass, and cut the bars of iron asunder," to set his people free. "O that men would praise theLord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!"

"My SHEEP," saith Christ, as he stands in the midst of his disciples. "My Shepherd," let us one and all reply. All the sheepof Christ who have been redeemed by his power, become his by their own willing and cheerful surrender of themselves to him.We would not belong to another if we might; nor would we wish to belong to ourselves if we could; nor, I trust, do we wantany part of ourselves to be our own property. Judge ye whether this be true of you or not. In that daywhen I surrendered my soul to my Savior, I gave him my body, my soul, my spirit; I gave him all I had, and all I shallhave for time and for eternity. I gave him all my talents, my powers, my faculties, my eyes, my ears, my limbs, my emotions,my judgment, my whole manhood, and all that could come of it, whatever fresh capacity or new capability I may be endowed with.Were I at this good hour to change the note of gladness for one of sadness, it should be to wail out my penitent confessionofthe times and circumstances in which I have failed to observe the strict and unwavering allegiance I owe to my Lord. Sofar from regretting, I would fain renew my vows and make them over again. In this I think every Christian would join.

"'Tis done!

the great transaction's done:

I am my Lord's, and he is mine:

He drew me, and I follow'd on,

Charm'd to confess the voice divine.

Now rest, my long-divided heart;

Fix'd on this blissful center, rest:

With ashes who would grudge to part,

When call'd on angels' bread to feast?

High heaven, that heard the solemn vow,

That vow renew'd shall daily hear:

Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear."

And yet, brethren, though our hearts may now be all in a glow, lest they should presently grow cold, or the bleak atmosphereof this evil world should chill our devotion, let us never cease to think of the good Shepherd in that great, good act, whichmost of all showed his love when he laid down his life for the sheep. You have heard the story told by Francis de Sales. Hesaw a girl carrying a pail of water on her head, in the midst of which she had placed a piece of wood.On asking her why she did this, she told him it was to prevent the motion of the water, for fear it might be spilt. Andso, said he, let us place the cross of Christ in the midst of our hearts to check the movement of our affections, that theymay not be spilt in restless cares or grievous troubles.

"My sheep," says Christ, and thus he describes his people. They are Christ's, his own, a peculiar property. May I hope that this truthwill be henceforth treasured up in your soul! It is a common truth, certainly; but when it is laid home by the Holy Spiritit shines, it beams, not merely as a lamp in a dark chamber, but as the day-star rising in your hearts. Remember this is nomore our shame that we are sheep, but it is our honor that we are Christ's sheep. Tobelong to a king carries some measure of distinction. We are the sheep of the imperial pastures. This is our safety: hewill not suffer the enemy to destroy his sheep. This is our sanctity: we are separated, the sheep of the pasture of the Lord'sChrist. This is sanctification in one aspect of it: for it is the making of us holy, by setting us apart to be the Lord'sown portion for ever. And this is the key to our duty: we are his sheep: then let us live to him, and consecrate ourselvesto himwho loved us and gave himself for us. Christ is the proprietor of the sheep; and are the property of the good Shepherd.

II. Now, let us commune together awhile upon the marks of the sheep. When there are so many flocks of sheep, it is necessaryto mark them. Our Savior marks us. It has been very properly observed, that there are two marks on Christ's sheep. One ison their ear, the other is on their foot. These are two marks of Christ's sheep not to be found on any other; but they areto be found on all his own-the mark on the ear: "My sheep hear my voice."-the mark on the foot:"I know them, and they follow me."

Think of this mark on their ear. "My sheep hear my voice." They hear spiritually. A great many people in Christ's day heardhis voice who did not hear it in the way and with the perception that is here intended. They would not hear; that is to say,they would not hearken or give heed, neither would they obey his call or come unto him that they might have life. These werenot always the worst sort of people: there were some of the best that would not hear Christ, of whom hesaid, according to the original, as translated by some, "Ye search the Scriptures; for in them ye think ye have eternallife: and they are they which testify of me. And ye will not come to me, that ye might have life." They would get as far ascuriosity or criticism might allure them; but they would not go any farther: they would not believe in Jesus. Now, the spiritualear listens to God. The opening of it is the work of the Holy Spirit, and this is a mark of Christ's chosen blood-boughtpeople, that they hear not only the hollow sound, but the hidden sense; not the bare letter, but the spiritual lesson;and that too not merely with the outward organ, but with the inward heart. The chief point is that they hear his voice. Oh, if all that heard my voice heard Christ's voice, how would I wander down every street in this city to proclaimthe gospel of Jesus Christ; but, alas! the voice of the minister is utterly ineffectual to save a soul, unless the voice ofChrist reachthe conscience and rouse its dormant powers. "My sheep hear my voice;" the voice of Jesus, his counsel, his command, clothedwith the authority of his own sacred sovereign utterance. When the gospel comes to you as Christ's gospel, with demonstrationof the Spirit, the invitation is addressed to you by him. You can look upon it in no other light; so you must accept and receiveit. When his princely power comes with it-being mighty to save, he puts saving power into the word-then you hearChrist's voice as a fiat that must be obeyed, as a summons that must be attended to, as a call to which there must bea quick response. O beloved, do not ever rest satisfied with hearing the voice of the preacher. We are only Christ's speaking-trumpets:there is nothing in us: it is only his speaking through us that can do any good. O children of God, some of you do not alwayslisten to Christ's voice in the preaching. While we comment on the word, you make your comments on us. Our style, orour tone, or even our gesture, is enough to absorb-I might rather say, to distract-your thoughts. "Why look ye so earnestlyon us?" I beseech you, give less heed to the livery of the servant, and give more care to the message of the Master. Listenwarily, if you please; but judge wisely, if you can. See how much pure grain, and how much of Christ, there is in the sermon.Use your sieve; put away all the chaff; take only the good wheat; hear Christ's voice. Well were it if we could obscureourselves that we might manifest him. I could wish so to preach that you could not see even my little finger; might Ibut so preach that you could get a full view of Jesus only. O that you could hear his voice drowning ours! This is the mark,the peculiar mark of those who are Christ's peculiar people: they hear his voice. Sometimes, truly it sounds in the ministry;sometimes it thrills forth from that book of books, which is often grossly neglected; sometimes it comes in the nightwatches.Hisvoice may speak to us in the street. Silent as to vocal utterance, but like familiar tones that sometimes greet us inour dreams, the voice of Christ is distinctly audible to the soul. It will come to you in sweet or in bitter providences;yea, there is such a thing as hearing Christ's voice in the rustling of every leaf upon the tree, in the moaning of everywind, in the rippling of every wave. And there be those that have learned to lean on Christ's bosom, till they have lookedfor all theworld as though they were a shell that lay in the ocean of Christ's love, listening for ever to the sonorous cadence ofthat deep, unfathomed, all-mysterious main. The billows of his love never cease to swell. The billowy anthem still peals onwith solemn grandeur in the ear of the Christian. O may we hear Christ's voice each one of us for ourselves! I find that languagefails me, and metaphors are weak to describe its potent spell.

One point is worth noticing, however. I think our Lord meant here that his sheep, when they hear his voice, know it so wellthat they can tell it at once from the voice of strangers. The true child of God knows the gospel from the law. It is notby learning catechisms, reading theological books, or listening to endless controversies, that he finds this out. There isan instinct of his regenerate nature far more trustworthy than any lessons he has been taught. The voice ofJesus! Why there is no music like it. If you have once heard it, you cannot mistake it for another, or another for it.Some are babes in grace: others are of full age, and by reason of use, have their senses exercised; but one sense is quicklybrought out-the sense of hearing. It is so easy to tell the joy-bells of the gospel from the death-knell of the law; for theletter killeth, but the Spirit giveth life. "Do, or die," says Moses. "Believe, and live," says Christ: you must know whichiswhich. Yes; and I think they are equally shrewd and quick to discriminate between the flesh and the Spirit. Let some ofthe very feeblest of God's people sit down under a fluent ministry, with all the beauties of rhetoric, and let the ministerpreach up the dignity of human nature, and the sufficiency of man's reason to find out the way of righteousness, and you willhear them say: "It is very clever; but there is no food for me in it." Bring, however, the best and most instructed, and mostlearned Christian man, and set him down under a ministry that is very faulty as to the gift of utterance, and incorrecteven in grammar; but if it is full of Jesus Christ, I know what he will say: "Ah! never mind the man, and never mind the platteron which he brought the meat; it was food to my soul that I fed upon with a hearty relish; it was marrow and fatness, forI could hear Christ's voice in it." I am not going to follow out these tests; but certain it is, that the sheep know Christ'svoice, and can easily distinguish it. I saw hundreds of lambs the other day together, and there were also their mothers;and I am sure if I had had the task of allotting the proper lamb to each, or to any of them, it would have kept me till nowto have done it. But somehow the lambs knew the mothers, and the mothers knew the lambs; and they were all happy enough ineach other's company.

Every saint here, mixed up as he may be at times with parties and professors of all sorts, knows Christ, and Christ knowshim, and he is therefore bound to his owner. That is the mark on the ear. You have seen sometimes in the country two flockstogether on the road, and you say: "I wonder how the shepherds will manage to keep them distinct? They will get mixed up."They do not; they go this way and that way; and after a little commingling they separate, for they knowtheir master's voice; "and a stranger will they not follow." You will go to-morrow, many of you, out into the world, someto the Exchange, others to the market, and others again into the factory: you are all mixed. Yes; but the seeming confusionof your company is temporary, not real and permanent. You will come right again, and you will go to your own home and yourown fellowship. And at the last, when we shall have ended our pilgrimage, the one shall wend his way to the glory land, andtheother to the abyss of woe. There will be no mistake. You will hear the Master's call, and obey. There is a mark on theear which identifies every saint.

Christ's sheep hear his voice obediently. This is an important proof of discipleship. Indeed, it may serve as a reproof tomany. Oh, I would that you were more careful about this! "He that hath my commandments, and keepeth them," said Jesus, "heit is that loveth me." "He that loveth me not keepeth not my sayings." How comes it to pass, then, that there are certaincommands of Christ which some Christians will suffer to lie in abeyance? They will say, "The Lord commandsthis, but it is not essential." Oh, unloving spirit, that can think anything unessential that thy Bridegroom bids theedo! They that love, think little things of great moment, especially when they are looked upon as tokens of the strength orthe tenderness of one's regard. It may not be essential, in order to prove the relation in which a wife stands to her husband,that she should study his tastes, consult his wishes, or attend to his comfort. But will she the less strive to please, becauselove, not fear, constrains her? I trow not. And can it be that any of you, my brethren, would harbour such a thought asyour negligence implies? Do you really suppose that after the choice of Christ has been fixed on you, and the love of Christhas been plighted to you, you may now be as remiss or careless as you like? Nay, rather, might we not expect that a sacredpassion, an ardent zeal, a touch of inspiration would stir you up, put you on the alert, make you wake at the faintest soundof hisvoice, or keep you listening to do his will? Be it ours, then, to act out with fidelity that verse we have often sungwith enthusiasm:-

"In all my Lord's appointed ways

My journey I'll pursue."

However little the precept may appear in the eyes of others; however insignificant as compared with our salvation, yet-doththe Lord command it?-then his sheep hear his voice, and they follow him.

Christ has marked his sheep on their feet as well as their ears. They follow him: they are gently led, not harshly driven.They follow him as the Captain of their salvation; they trust in the power of his arm to clear the way for them. All theirtrust on him is stayed; all their hope on him they lean. They follow him as their teacher; they call no man "Rabbi" underheaven, but Christ alone. He is the infallible source of their creeds; neither will they allow their minds tobe ruled by conclaves, councils, nor decrees. Hath a Christ said it? It is enough. If not, it is no more for me than thewhistling of the wind. They follow a Christ as their teacher.

And the sheep of Christ follow him as their example; they desire to be in this world as he was. It is one of their marks,that to a greater or less degree they have a Christ-like spirit; and if they could they would be altogether like their Lord.

They follow him, too, as their Commander, and Lawgiver, and Prince. "Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it," was his mother'swise speech; and it is the children's wise rule: "Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it." Oh, blessed shall they be above manyof whom it shall be said, "These are they that have not defiled their garments." "These are they which follow the Lamb whithersoeverhe goeth." Some of his followers are not very scrupulous. They love him. It is not for us tojudge them. Rather we place ourselves among them and share in the censure. But happiest of all the happy are they whosee the footprint-the print of that foot that once was pierced with the nail-and put their foot down where he placed it, andthen again, in the selfsame mark, follow where he trod, till they climb at last to the throne. Keep close to Christ; takecare of his little precepts unto the end. Remember, "Whosoever shall break one of these least commandments, and shall teachmenso, he shall be called the least in the kingdom of heaven." Do not peril being least in the heavenly kingdom though itis better to be that than to be greatest in the kingdom of darkness. O seek to be very near him, to be a choice sheep in hischosen flock, and to have the mark distinctly upon your foot!

I will not stay to apply these truths, but leave each one of you to make such self-searching enquiries as the text suggests.Have I the ear mark? Have I the foot mark? "My sheep hear my voice," "and they follow me." I hope that I am among the number.

III. The last point, with which we now proceed to close, is-THE PRIVILEGE OF CHRIST'S SHEEP. It does not look very large,but if we open it we shall see an amazing degree of blessedness in it. "I know them," "I know them." What does it mean?

I have not time now to tell you all it means. "I know them." What is the reverse of this but one of the most dreadful things that is reserved for the day of judgment? There will be somewho will say, "Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name, and in thy name cast out devils?" And he shall say, "Verily,verily, I say unto you, I never knew you; depart from me, ye cursed." Now measure the height of that privilege by the depth of this misery. "I never knewyou." What a volume of scorn it implies! What a stigma of infamy it conveys! Change the picture. The Redeemer says, "Iknow them," "I know them." How his eyes flash with kindness; how their cheeks burn with gratitude, as he says, "I know them"! Why, if a man had a friend and acquaintance that he used to know, and some years after he found him a disreputable, abandoned,wicked, guilty criminal, I feel pretty sure he would not say much about having known such a fellow, though he might be drivento confess that he had some years ago a passing acquaintance with him. But our Lord Jesus Christ, though he knows whatpoor, unworthy ones we are, yet when we shall be brought up before the Lord, before the great white throne, he will confesshe knew us. He does know us, we are old acquaintances of his, and he has known us from before the foundation of the world,"For whom he did foreknow, he also did predestinate to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstbornamongmany brethren. Moreover whom he did predestinate, them he also called." There are riches of grace in this; but we willconsider it in another way. Our Savior knows us, our Shepherd knows us. Beloved, he knows your person and all about you. You,with that sick body, that aching head, he knows you and he knows your son with all its sensitiveness; that timidity, thatanxiety, that constitutional depression-he knows it all. A physician may come to see you, and be unable to detect what thediseaseis that pains or prostrates you, but Christ knows you through and through; all the parts of your nature he understands."I know them," saith he; he can therefore prescribe for you. He knows your sins. Do not let that dismay you, because he hasblotted them all out; and he only knows them to forgive them, to cover them with his righteousness. He knows your corruptions;he will help you to overcome them; he will deal with you in providence and in grace, so that they shall be rooted up. He knowsyour temptations. Perhaps you are living away from your parents and Christian friends, and you have had an extraordinarytemptation, and you wish you could go home and tell your mother. Oh, he knows it, he knows it; he can help you better thanyour mother can. You say: "I wish the minister knew the temptation I have passed through." Do not tell it; God knows it. AsDaniel did not want Nebuchadnezzar to tell him the nature of his dream, but gave him the dream and the interpretation at thesametime, so God can send you comfort. There will be a word as plainly suited to your case as though it were all printed andthe preacher had known it all. It must be so. Depend upon it, the Lord know's your temptation, and watches your trial; orbe it a sick child, or be it a bad matter of business that has lately occurred; or be it a slander that has wounded your heart,there is not a pang you feel but God as surely sees it as the weaver sees the shuttle which he throws with his own hand. Heknows your trial, and he knows the meaning of your groans: he can read the secret desire of your heart, you need not writeit nor speak it: he has understood it all. You were saying: "O that my child were converted! O that I grew in grace!" He knowsit: he knows it every whit. There is not a word on your tongue, nor a wish in your heart, but he knoweth it altogether. Odear heart, he knows your sincerity! Perhaps you want to join the church, and your proposal has been declined, because youcould not give satisfactory testimony. If you are sincere, he knows it; he knows, moreover, what your anxiety is. Youcannot tell another what it is that is bitter to you-the heart knoweth its own bitterness-he knows it. As his secret is withyou, so your secret is with him. He knows you: he knows what you have been trying to do. That secret gift-that offering droppedso quietly where none could see it-he knows it. And he knows that you love him. "Yes," you are saying in your soul, "ifever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now." No, you cannot tell him, nor tell others; but he knows it all.

So, now, in closing, let us say that in the text there is mutual knowledge. "I know them, but they also know me, because theyhear my voice, and recognize it." Here is mutual confession. Christ speaks, else there would be no voice: they hear, elsewere the voice not useful. "I know them;" that is his thoughts go towards them. "They follow me;" that is, their thoughtsgo towards him. He leads the way, else they could not follow. They follow, however, whom he leads the way.Being the counterpart of each other, what the one does the other returns through grace; and what grace puts into the sheepthe shepherd recognises, and makes a return to them. Christ and his church become an echo of each other: his the voice, theirsis but a faint echo of it; still it is a true echo, and you shall know who are Christ's by this. Do they echo what Christsaith? Oh, how I wish we were all sheep! How my soul longs that we may many of us who are not of his fold be brought in. TheLord bring you in, my dear hearers. The Lord give you his grace, and make you his own, comfort you, and make you to followhim. And if you are his, show it. These, dear brethren and sisters, here at this time, desire to confess Christ in your presence.If they are doing right, and you are not doing as they do, then you are doing wrong. If it is the duty of one, it is the dutyof all; and if one Christian may neglect making a profession, all may do so, and then there will be no visible churchwhatever, and the visible ordinances must die out. If you know him, own him, for he hath said: "Whosoever therefore shallconfess me before men, him will I confess also before my Father which is in heaven. But whosoever shall deny me before men,him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven." God bless you, for Christ's sake. Amen.

Letter from Mr. Spurgeon, read at the Tabernacle on Lord's-day, June 18th:-


As soon as the church had resolved to meet for special prayer for me, I began rapidly to recover. It pleased God to turn thewind at the beginning of this week, and the change in the temperature has worked wonders. We may truthfully say of the Wednesdaymeeting for prayer, that the Lord fulfilled his word: "Before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, Iwill hear." For all this great goodness I pray you to unite with me in sincere and intense gratitudeto the Lord our God.

I feel bound publicly to express my happiness of heart. This week has furnished me with the liveliest proofs of your truelove. I have been deeply touched with the various ways in which the affection of so many of you has sought to find expression.I value this not only for my own sake, though it is very sweet to be the object of such hearty love, but because I see init the evidence that our union has been cemented by years, and the earnest of future years of unitedeffort, if God spares us. The absence of unity is weakness: its indisputable presence is strength.

On the closing day of my thirty-seventh year, I find myself the pastor of a beloved flock, who have borne the test of twelveSabbaths of their minister's absence, and the severer test of more than seventeen years of the same ministry, and are nowexhibiting more love to him than ever. I bless God, but I also thank you, and assure you that I never felt happier in themidst of my people than I do now in the prospect of returning to you.

I am still weak, but the improvement in strength has been this week very surprising. I hardly dare speak of the future; butI earnestly hope we shall look each other in the face on the first Sabbath of July.

The collection to-day is to enable the London Baptist Association to build a new chapel in the Wandsworth Road. We are to carry out the project, so that it will not become us to be slack in our collection. London grows so rapidly, thatmuch must be done to keep pace with its spiritual needs. Our Association does something, but ten times more would be littleenough. You will I am sure give as God has prospered you. The College, of course, will be less helped; but Imust beg to thank you for the continued series of noble contributions which have made each week remarkable.

Peace be with you and the Lord's own anointing. May those who speak to you to-day be filled with the Spirit. May the softsouth wind of the Spirit's love be among you, and may you pour forth praise as flowers breathe perfume.

Yours very truly,

C.H. Spurgeon