Sermon 1821. Cords and Cart-Ropes

(No. 1821)

Intended for reading on Lord's-Day, February 8th, 1885,

Delivered by


At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

On December 14th, 1884,

"Woe unto them that draw iniquity with cords of vanity, and sin as it were with a cart rope."— Isaiah 5:18.

THE text begins with "Woe;" but when we get a woe in this book of blessings it is sent as a warning, that we may escape fromwoe. God's woes are better than the devil's welcomes. God always means man's good, and only sets ill before him that he mayturn from the dangers of a mistaken way, and so may escape the ill which lies at the end of it. Think me not unkind at thistime because my message sounds harshly, and has a note in it of sorrow rather than of joy. It may be most for your pleasurefor ages to come, dear friends, to be for a while displeased. It may make the bells ring in your ears for ever if to-night,instead of the dulcet sound of the harp, you hear the shrill clarion startling you to thoughtfulness. Mayhap "Woe, woe, woe,"though it should sound with a dreadful din in your ear, may be the means of leading you to seek and find your Savior, andthen throughout eternity no woe shall ever come near to you. May the good Spirit of all grace put power into my warning, thatyou may profit by it.

This is a very singular text. It is not very easy to understand it at first sight. Here are some who are said to draw sinwith cords of vanity, which are slender enough, and yet they also draw it as with a cart-rope, which is thick enough. Theyare harnessed to sin, and the traces appear to be fragile, insignificant, and soon broken. You can hardly touch them, forthey are a mere sham, a fiction—vanity. What can be thinner and weaker than cobweb-cords of vanity? Yet when you attempt tobreak or remove them they turn out to be cart-ropes or wagon-traces, fitted to bear the pull of horse or bullock. Motiveswhich have no logical force, and would not bind a reasonable man for a moment, are, nevertheless, quite sufficient to holdthe most of men in bondage. Such a slave is man to iniquity, that unworthy motives and indefensible reasons which appear nostronger than little cords nevertheless hold him as with bonds of steel, and he is fastened to the loaded wagon of his iniquityas a horse is fastened by a cart-rope. That is our subject at this time, and may God make it useful to many. Beyond all thingsI would have you saved, you who are tugging away in the harness of sin. God grant it. May the free Spirit set you free.

I shall first of all explain the singular description—explain it by enlarging upon it, and quoting instances from daily life. Secondly, I shall enlarge upon the woe that is certainly connected with being bound to sin; and then thirdly, as God shall help me, I will encourage you to get out of the traces. I pray that you may have these cart-ropes cut, that you may not be drawing iniquity and sin after you any longer. Oh thatthis might be salvation's hour to many of you, in which, like Samson, you may break the cords and ropes with which you havebeen bound!

I. First, let us EXPLAIN THE SINGULAR DESCRIPTION. Here are persons harnessed to the wagon of sin—harnessed to it by manycords, all light as vanity and yet strong as cart-ropes.

Let me give you a picture. Here is a man, who, as a young man, heard the gospel and grew up under the influence of it. Heis an intelligent man, a Bible reader, and somewhat of a theologian. He attended a Bible class, was an apt pupil, and couldexplain much of Scripture, but he took to lightness and frothiness. He made an amusement of religion and a sport of serious things. Sermons he frequented that he might talk of them and saythat he had heard the preacher. After the sermon, when others were impressed, he was merry. He had discovered some mistakein the preacher, in his pronunciation, in the grammatical construction of a sentence, or in a misquotation from a poet, andthis he mentioned with gusto, passing by all the good that was spoken. That was only his way: he did not mean any hurt byit; at least, he would have said so had any one seriously reproved him.

He came under the bond of this religious trifling, but it was a cord of vanity small as a packthread. Years ago he began tobe bound to his sin by this kind of trifling, and at the present moment I am not sure that he ever cares to go and hear thegospel or to read the word of God, for he has grown to despise that which he sported with. The wanton willing has degeneratedinto a malicious scoffer: his cord has become a cart-rope. His life is all trifling now. You could not make him serious. Hespends his time in one perpetual giggle. Every holy thing is now the subject of comedy. Like Belshazzar, he drinks his wineout of the sacred vessels of the temple. Earnestness hath a pleasantry of its own, and a bold spirit yokes mirth and laughterto its own, and subdues all the faculties of the mind to God, not even excepting humor; but this man owns no Lord within hisheart, but laughs at the most solemn truths and does not seem capable of anything higher or better. His life is a sneer. Hewould pull a feather out of an angel's wing and wear it in his cap. On the solemn day of Pentecost he would have drawn a pictureof the cloven tongues upon his thumb nail that he might show it as a curiosity. There is nothing sacred to him now, nor willthere be till he is in hell, and then he will have done with his jibes and flouts. The habit of being contemptuous has grownto be a cart-rope with him, and it holds him most securely. I say, young men, break those wretched cords of vanity beforethey strengthen into cart-ropes. While yet there is but a slender thread snap it, before thread gathers to thread, and thatto another, and that to another, till it has come to be a cable, which even a giant could not pull asunder. There are manylamentable instances of triflers ripening into scoffers, and it were a great pity that you should furnish further illustrations.Avoid trifling with religion as you would avoid common swearing or profanity, for in its essence it is irreverent and mischievous.

I have seen the same thing take another shape, and then it appeared as captious questioning. We are not afraid to be examined upon anything in the Word of God; but we dread a cavilling spirit. I, for one, believe thatthe more the Word of God has been sifted the more fully has it been confirmed. The result has been the better understandingof its teaching. The pure gold has shone the more brightly for being placed in the crucible. But there is a habit which beginsthus—"I do not see this; and I do not understand that; and I do not approve of this and I question that." It makes life into a tangle of thorns and briars where ten thousand sharp points of doubt are for ever tearing the mind.This doubting state reminds one of the old serpent's "Yea, hath God said?" If the statement made had been the opposite, thegentleman would have questioned it; for he is bound to doubt everything. He is one who could take either side and refute;but neither side and defend. He could do like the eminent barrister, who had made a mistake as to his side of the case, andhe got up and gave all the arguments most tellingly, till his client's lawyer whispered to him, "You have done for us, youhave used all the arguments against your own client." The barrister stopped and said, "My lord, I have thus told you all thatcan be urged against my client by those upon the other side, and I will now show you that there is nothing in the allegations;"and with equal cleverness he went on to disprove what he had proved before. There are minds constructed in such a way thatthey can act in every way except that of plain up and down. Their machinery is eccentric, it would puzzle the ablest tongueto describe it. I like the old-fashioned consciences that go up and down, yes and no, right and wrong, true and false—thekind which are simple and need no great intellect to understand their methods. We are growing so cultured now that many havebecome like the old serpent, "more subtle than any beast of the field." The new-fashioned consciences act upon the principleof compromise and policy, which is no principle at all. To each enquiry they answer, "Yes and no. What is the time of day?"for it is yes or no according to the clock, or according to the climate, or more generally according to the breeches' pocket,for so much depends upon that. Practically many are saying, "Upon which side of the bread is the butter? Tell us this, andthen we will tell you what we believe." People of that sort begin at first with an enquiring spirit, then go on to an objectingspirit, then to a conceited spirit, and then to a perpetually quibbling spirit. In the case to which I refer, there is nothingearnest; for when a man is a sincere questioner, and is willing to receive an answer, he is on the high road to truth; butwhen he merely questions and questions and questions, and never stops for an answer, and is nothing but a heap of cavils,he is not worth clearing away. The last thing he wants is an answer, and the thing he dreads beyond everything is that heshould be compelled to believe anything at all. Such a man at last gets bound as with a cart-rope: he becomes an atheist orworse; for all capacity for faith departs from him. He is as frivolous as Voltaire, whose forte seemed to lie in ridiculingeverything. You cannot save him. How can faith come to him? How can he believe who must have everything explained? How canhe believe in Christ himself when he requires him, first of all, to be put through a catechism and to be made to answer cavils?Oh, take heed of tying up your soul with cart-ropes of scepticism—take heed of a truth-denying spirit. God help you to breakthe bonds. Enquire, but believe. Ask, but do accept the truth; and be in earnest in your resolve that if you prove all thingsyou will also hold fast that which is good. To be always using the sieve but never to be using the mill is starving work:to be always searching after adulterations, but never to drink of the genuine milk, is a foolish habit. Cavilling is a curse,and carping is a crime. Escape from it while yet it is but as a cord of vanity, lest it come to be a cart-rope which shallbind you fast.

I hear one say, "This does not touch me. I have not fallen either into trifling or into questioning." No, but perhaps youmay be a prisoner bound with other cords. Some have a natural dislike to religious things and cannot be brought to attend to them. Let me qualify the statement and explain myself. They are quite prepared to attenda place of worship and to hear sermons, and occasionally to read the Scriptures, and to give their money to help on some benevolentcause; but this is the point at which they draw the line—they do not want to think, to pray, to repent, to believe, or tomake heart-work of the matter. Thinking, you know, is awkward work, and to them it is uncomfortable work, because there isnot much in their lives that would cheer them if they were to think of it. They had rather not see the nakedness of the land.There is an ugly thing which they do not want to have much to do with—called repentance: of this they require much, but theyare averse to it. The more children dislike medicine the more they want it; and it is the same with repentance. These peoplewould rather shut their eyes and go on to destruction than stop and see their danger and turn back. To think about the past—why,they might have to mourn it, and who is eager after sorrow? Then there is such a thing as a change of heart, and they arerather shy of that, for they are almost heartless and do not like prying deep. If there were something to be done that could be managed in aday or two, if there were some pilgrimage to make, some penance to endure, some dress to be worn, they would not mind that;but thought, repentance, prayer, and seeking God—they cannot endure such spiritual exactions. If there were some sacrificeto be made, they would do that; but this being at peace with God, this seeking to be renewed in the spirit of their mind—well,they have no mind to it. The world is in their hearts and they have no wish to get it out. They have heard some people saythat all conversation about God, the soul, and eternity is dull Puritanic talk, so they have picked up an expression as parrotsoften do, and they say "No, we do not want to be Puritans. We do not care to be extra precise and righteous over much." Whata misery it is that there should be persons who are bound with such cords of vanity as those! These are unreasonable feelings,insane aversions, unjustifiable prejudices: the Lord save you from them, and instead thereof give you a mind to know him,and a heart to seek after him. Why, as a boy, when I began to feel a sense of sin within me, I resolved that if there wassuch a thing as being born again, I would never rest until I knew it. My heart seemed set upon knowing what repentance meantand what faith meant, and getting to be thoroughly saved; but now I find that large numbers of my hearers back out of allserious dealing with themselves and God: they act as if they did not wish to be made happy for eternity. They think hardlyof the good way. You see it is such radical work: regeneration cuts so deep, and it makes a man so thoughtful. Who knows whatmay have to be given up? Who knows what may have to be done? O, my hearer, if you indulge in such demurs and delays and prejudicesin the first days of your conviction, the time may come when those little packthreads will be so intertwisted with each otherthat they will make a great cart-rope, and you will become an opposer of everything that is good, determined to abide forever harnessed to the great Juggernaut car of your iniquities, and so to perish. God save you from that.

I have known some men get harnessed to that car in another way, and that is by deference to companions. The young man liked everything that was good after a fashion, but he could not bear for anybody to say on Monday morning,"So you were at a place of worship on Sunday." He did not like to say outright, "Of course I was; where were you?" But therather he said,—Well, he did look in at the chapel, or he did go to St. Paul's or the Abbey to hear the music. "Oh," saysone, "I hear you were at the Tabernacle the other day." Yes, he went in from curiosity, just to see the place and the crowd.That is how he puts it, as if he were ashamed to worship his Maker and to be found observing the Sabbath-day. O, poor coward!That young man at another time was charged with having been seen in the enquiry room, or weeping under a solemn sermon. Hesaid it was rather affecting, and he was a little carried away and over-persuaded, but he apologised to the devil and beggedthat he might hear no more of it. He began giving way to his ungodly friends, and soon he became their butt. One companionpulled his ear that way, and another pulled his ear another way, and in this manner he developed very long ears indeed. Hedid not go very far wrong at first; but having allowed sinful men to saddle him, they took care to ride him harder and harderas the days ran on. It was only a packthread sort of business that held him to sin by a kind of wicked courtesy; but aftera while he became obsequious to his equals, and fawned upon his superiors, doing their bidding even though it cost him hissoul. He was vastly more attentive to the will and smile of some downright vicious comrade—far more thoughtful of a fool'sopinion—than he was of the good pleasure of God. It is a shocking thing; but there is no doubt that many people go to hellfor the love of being respectable. It is not to be doubted that multitudes pawn their souls, and lose their God and heaven,merely for the sake of standing well in the estimation of a profligate. Young women have lost their souls for very vanity,sinning in the hope of securing the love of a brainless, heartless youth. Young men have flung away all hope of salvationin order that they might be thought to be men of culture—they have abjured faith in order to be esteemed "free-thinkers" bythose whose opinions were not worth a pin's head. I charge you, dear friend, if you are beginning at all to be a slave ofother people, break these wretched and degrading bonds. I scorn that mental slavery in which many glory. What matters it tome to-day what anybody thinks of me? In this respect I am the freest of men. Yet do I know times when, had I yielded to thepackthread, I should soon have felt the cart-rope. He who sins to please his friend is making for himself a slavery more cruelthan the negro ever knew. He that would be free for ever must break the cords ere yet they harden into chains.

Some men are getting into bondage in another way; they are forming gradual habits of evil. How many young men born and bred amid Christian associations do that! It is a little sip, and such a little. "I do not takeabove half a glass." Then why run such great risks for so small an indulgence? "The doctor"—O you doctors, what you have gotto answer for!—"the doctor says I ought to take a little, and so I do." By-and-by the little thread becomes a cart-rope: thetale about the doctor ends in doing what no doctor would justify. Will he say, "The doctor says I ought" when he comes rollinghome at night, scarce can find his way to bed, and wakes up with a headache in the morning? He would have done better to askGod for grace to escape while yet he held small pleasure in the fascinating fire-water, and was the master of his appetite.The cart-rope is hard to break, as many have found, though I would encourage even these by God's grace to struggle for liberty.

"Well," says the young man, "that is not my sin." I am glad it is not; but any other sin if it be persevered in will destroyyou. I will not try to describe your sin. Describe it yourself, and think over it; but will you please recollect the deceitfulnessof sin—the way in which it comes to men, as the frost in the still evening in the wintry months comes to the lake? The poolis placid, and the frost only asks that it may thinly glaze the surface. The coating is so thin, you could scarce call itice; but having once filmed the pool, the sheet of ice has commenced; soon it is an inch thick, and in a few hours a loadedwagon might pass over it without a crash, for the whole pool seems turned to marble. So men give way to one evil passion oranother—this vice or that; and the habit proceeds from bad to worse, till the cords of vanity are enlarged into cart-traces,and they cannot escape from the load to which they are harnessed.

I fear that not a few are under the delusive notion that they are safe as they are. Carnal security is made up of cords of vanity. How can a sinner be safe while his sin is unforgiven? How can he be at peace while he is aslave to evil, and an enemy to God? Yet many fancy that they are as good as need be, and far better than their neighbors.Surely such as they are must surely be secure, since they are so respectable, so well inclined, and so much thought of. Aman may accustom himself to danger till he does not even notice it, and a soul may grow used to its condition till it seesno peril in impenitence and unbelief. As the blacksmith's dog will lie down and sleep while the sparks fly about him, so willa gospel-hardened sinner sleep on under warnings and pleadings. At first the hearer had to do violence to his conscience toescape from the force of truth, but at last he is encased in steel, and no arrow of the word can wound him. O ye that areat ease in Zion, I beseech you listen to my admonition and fly from carnal security. O Lord, arouse them from their slumberingcondition!

This is a word of warning. I have not the time to-night to go into all the details. I wish I had. Beware of the eggs of thecockatrice. Remember how drops wear stones, and little strokes fell great oaks. Do not play with a cobra, even if it be buta foot long. Keep from the edge of the precipice. Fly from the lion ere he springs upon you. Do not forge for yourself a netof iron, nor become the builder of your own prison-house. May the Holy Ghost deliver you. May you touch the cross, and findin it the power which will loose you and let you go.

II. But, oh, how I wish that every person here who has not yet found liberty, but is harnessed to his sin, could escape to-night,for—and this is my second point—THERE IS A WOE ABOUT REMAINING HARNESSED TO THE CART OF SIN, and that woe is expressed inour text.

It has been hard work already to tug at sin's load. If I am addressing any here that have fallen into great sin, I know that you have fallen into greatsorrow. I am sure you have. Much of history is happily covered with a veil so that its secret griefs do not become open miseries,else were the world too wretched for a tender heart to live in it. Could we lift the tops of the houses, could we exhibitthe skeletons hidden in closets, could we take away the curtains from human breasts—what sorrows we should see; and the massof those sorrows—not the whole of them, but the mass—would be found to come from sin. When the young man turns to paths ofunchastity or of dishonesty, what grief he makes for himself: what woe, what misery! His bodily disease, his mental anguishwe have no heart to describe. Ah! yes, "The way of transgressors is hard." They put on a smile; they even take to uproariouslaughter, but a worm is gnawing at their hearts. Alas, poor slaves! They make a noise as they try to drown their feelings;but as the crackling of thorns under a pot such is the mirth of the wicked—hasty, noisy, momentary; gone, and nothing butashes left. I would not have you proceed in the path of sin if there were nothing in it worse than what has happened to youalready. Surely the time past may suffice for folly: you have reaped enough of the fire-sheaves without going on with theharvest. I would as a brother urge you to escape from your present bondage.

But remember, if you remain harnessed to this car of sin, the weight increases. You are like a horse that has to go a journey and pick up parcels at every quarter of a mile: you are increasing the heavyluggage and baggage that you have to drag behind you. A man starting in life is somewhat like a horse with but a slender loadin the cart, but as he goes on from youth to manhood, and from manhood to his riper years, he has been loaded up with moresin; and what a weight there is behind him now! Grinning devils, as they bring the heavy packages and heap them up one uponanother, must wonder that men are such fools as to continue in the harness and drag on the dreadful load as if it were finesport. Alas, that men should sin away their souls so lightly, as if self-destruction were some merry game that they were playingat, whereas it is a heaping up unto themselves wrath against the day of wrath, and the perdition of ungodly men.

Further, I want you to notice that as the load grows heavier, so the road becomes worse, the ruts are deeper, the hills are steeper, and the sloughs are more full of mire. In the heyday of youth man finds beadedbubbles about the brim of his cup of sin, the wine moveth itself aright, it giveth its color in the cup; but as he grows olderand drinks deeper he comes nearer to the dregs, and those dregs are as gall and wormwood. An old man with his bones filledwith the sin of his youth is a dreadful sight to look upon; he is a curse to others, and a burden to himself. A man who hasfifty years of sin behind him is like a traveler pursued by fifty howling wolves. Do you hear their deep bay as they pursuethe wretch? Do you see their eyes glaring in the dark, and flaming like coals of fire? Such a man is to be pitied indeed:whither shall he flee, or how shall he face his pursuers? He who goes on carelessly when he knows that such a fate awaitshim is a fool, and deserves small pity when the evil day comes. O you that are drawing the wagon of sin, I implore you stopbefore you reach the boggy ways of infirmity, the tremendous swamps of old age!

Remember, friends, if any of you are still harnessed to your sins, and have been so for years, the day will come when the load will crush the horse. It is a dreadful thing when the sins which were drawn at last drive the drawer before them. In the town where I was broughtup there is a very steep hill. You could scarcely get out of the town without going down a hill, but one is specially precipitous,and I remember once hearing a cry in the streets, for a huge wagon had rolled over the horses that were going down the hillwith it. The load had crushed the creatures that were supposed to draw it. There comes a time with a man when it is not somuch he that consumes the drink as the drink that consumes him; he is drowned in his cups, sucked down by that which he himselfsucked in. A man was voracious, perhaps, in food, and at last his gluttony swallowed him; at one grim morsel he went downthe throat of the old dragon of selfish greed. Or the man was lustful, and at last his vice devoured him. It is an awful thingwhen it is not the man that follows the devil, but the devil that drives the man before him as though he were his laden ass.The man's worst self, that had been kept in the rear and put under restraint, at last gets up and comes to the front, andthe better self, if ever he had such, is dragged on an unwilling captive at the chariot wheels of its destroyer.

I am sure that there is nobody here who desires to be eternally a sinner: let him then beware, for each hour of sin brings its hardness and its difficulty of change. Nobody here wants to get into such a condition that he cannot help any longer sinning: let him not be so unwise as to playwith sin. When the moral brakes are taken off, and the engine is on the down-grade, and must run on at a perpetually quickeningrate for ever, then is the soul lost indeed. I am sure there is not a man here who wants to commit himself to an eternityof hate of God, an eternity of lust, an eternity of wickedness and consequent wretchedness. Why then do you continue to hardenyour hearts? If you do not wish to rush down the decline, put on the brake to-night: God help you so to do; or, to come backto the text, let the packthreads be broken, and the cords of vanity be thrown aside, ere yet the cart-rope shall have fastenedyou for ever to the Juggernaut car of your sin and your destruction.

III. Now I want to offer SOME ENCOURAGEMENT FOR BREAKING LOOSE. It is time I did. I do not wish to preach a sad unhappy sermonto-night; but I do long to see everybody here saved from sin. My heart cries to God that as long as I am able to preach, Imay not preach in vain. God knows I have never shunned to speak what I have thought, and to speak very plainly and very hometo you. I never come into this pulpit with the notion that I must not say a sharp thing, or somebody will be offended, andI must not deal with common sins, for somebody will say that I am coarse. I care not the snap of a finger what you chooseto say about me, if you will but forsake sin and be reconciled to God by the death of his Son. That is the one and only thingmy heart craves, and for that end I have given earnest warnings at this time. I may not much longer be spared to speak withyou, and therefore I am the more earnest to impress you while I may. Help me, O Spirit of God!

Now, listen. There is hope for every harnessed slave of Satan. There is hope for those who are most securely bound. "Oh," you say, "I am afraid that I have got into the cart-rope stage;for I seem bound to perish in my sin, I cannot break loose from it." Listen. Jesus Christ has come into the world to rescuethose who are bound with chains. That is to say, God himself has taken upon himself human nature, with this design—that hemay save men from their sins. That blessed, perfect babe, such as never mother before had ever seen,—that virgin's child—whenthey named him, it was said, "Thou shalt call his name Jesus, for he shall save his people from their sins." He has come tothis world in our nature on purpose to save men from their sins. He can cut the traces which bind you to Satan's chariot.He can take you out of the shafts. He can set you free to-night. You have been dragging on for years, and you think thereis no chance for you—but there is more than a chance, there is the certainty of salvation if you trust in Jesus. I rememberreading a famous writer's description of a wretched cab-horse which was old and worn out and yet kept on its regular roundof toil. They never took him out of harness for fear they should never be able to get his poor old carcase into it again.He had been in the shafts for so many years that they feared if they took him out of them he would fall to pieces, and sothey let him keep where he was accustomed to be. Some men are just like that. They have been in the shafts of sin so manyyears that they fancy that if they were once to alter they would drop to pieces. But it is not so, old friend. We are persuadedbetter things of you, and things that accompany salvation. The Lord will make a new creature of you. When he cuts the tracesand brings you out from between those shafts which have so long held you, you will not know yourself. When old things havepassed away you will be a wonder unto many. Is it not said of Augustine that after his conversion he was met by a fallen womanwho had known him in his sin, and he passed her by? She said, "Austin, it is I;" and he turned and said, "But I am not Austin.I am not the man you once knew, for I have become a new creature in Christ Jesus." That is what the Lord Jesus Christ cando for you. Do you not believe it? It is true, whether you believe it or not. Oh that you would look to Jesus and begin tolive! It is time a change was made; is it not? Who can change you but the Lord Jesus?

Let me tell you another thing that ought to cheer you, and it is this. You are bound with the cords of sin, and in order thatall this sin of yours might effectually be put away, the Lord Jesus, the Son of the Highest, was himself bound. They took him in the garden of Gethsemane, and bound his hands, and led him off to Pilate and Herod. They brought him boundbefore the Roman governor. He was bound when they scourged him. He was bound when they brought him forth bearing his cross.He was fastened hand and foot as they drove in the nails, and thus fixed him with rivets of iron to his cross. There did hehang, fastened to the cruel tree, for sinners such as you are. If you come and trust him to-night you shall find that foryou he endured the wrath of God, for you he paid the penalty of death, that he might set you free. He bore it that you shouldnot bear it: he died for you that you might not die. His substitution shall be your deliverance. Oh, come, all bound and guiltyas you are, and look to his dear cross, and trust yourself with him; and you shall be set free.

God grant that it may be done at this very moment.

I will tell thee another cheering fact to help thee to overcome thy sin, and break the cart-ropes that now bind thee,—There is in the world a mysterious Being whom thou knowest not, but whom some of us know, who is able to work thy liberty. There dwells upon this earth a mysterious Being, whose office it is to renew the fallen, and restore the wandering. We cannotsee him, or hear him, yet he dwells in some of us, as Lord of our nature. His chosen residence is a broken heart and a contritespirit. That most powerful Being is God, the third person of the blessed Trinity, the Holy Ghost, who was given at Pentecostand who has never been recalled, but remains on earth to bless the people of God. He is here still and wherever there is asoul that would be free from sin this free Spirit waits to help him. Wherever there is a spirit that loathes its own unholiness,this Holy Spirit waits to cleanse him. Wherever there is a groaning one asking to be made pure, this pure Spirit is readyto come and dwell in him, and make him pure as God is pure. O, my hearer, he waits to bless you now: he is blessing you whileI speak. I feel as if his divine energy went forth with the word and entered into your soul as you are listening. I trustI am not mistaken. If thou believest in Jesus Christ, the Son of God, believe thou also in the power of the Holy Spirit tomake thee a new creature, and cleanse thee, and deliver thee from every fetter, and make thee the Lord's free man.

I will tell thee one thing more, and I will have done. Our experience should be a great encouragement to you. I have tried to preach to you that are in the traces; poor worn-out cab-horses to the devil, post-horses of Satan that seemnever to have a holiday, dragging your cart of sin behind you through the slush of the foul city of Vanity. The mercy is thatyou are not horses, but men born for nobler purposes. You may be free, for some of us are free. Oh, what a load I had behindme once: my wagon of inbred sin was a huge one indeed. Had it not been for the grace of God I should have perished in theimpossible attempt to move it. I do not think that my load as to overt sin was at all like that which some of you are dragging,for I was but a child, and had not yet plunged into the follies of the world; but then I had a dogged will, a high spirit,an intense activity, and a daring mind, and all this would have driven me headlong to perdition if the Spirit of God had notwrought in me to subdue me to the will of the Lord. I felt within my spirit the boilings up of that secret cauldron of corruptionwhich is in every human bosom—and I felt that I was ruined before God, and that there was no hope for me. My burden of inwardsin at fifteen years of age was such that I knew not what to do. We have seen pictures of the Arabs dragging those great Ninevehbulls for Mr. Leyard, hundreds of them tugging away; and I have imagined how Pharaoh's subjects, the Egyptians, must havesweated and smarted when they had to drag some of the immense blocks of which his obelisks were composed,—thousands of mendragging one block of masonry; and I seemed to have just such a load as that behind me, and it would not stir. I prayed, andit would not stir. I took to reading my Bible, but my load would not stir. It seemed stuck in the mire, and no strugglingwould move the awful weight. Deep ruts the wheels were in. My load would not be moved, and I did not know what to do. I criedto God in my agony, and I thought I must die if I did not get delivered from my monstrous cumber: but it would not stir. Ihave no drag behind me now. Glory be to God, I am not bound with a cart-rope to the old wagon. I have no hamper behind me,and as I look back for the old ruts where the cart stopped so long I cannot even see their traces. The enormous weight isnot there! It is clean gone! There came One by who wore a crown of thorns: I knew him by the marks in his hands and in hisfeet; and he said, "Trust me, and I will set thee free." I trusted him, and the enormous weight behind me was gone. It disappeared.As I was told, it sank into his sepulcher, and it lies buried there, never to come out again. My cart-rope snapped, my cordsof vanity melted, I was out of harness. Then I said, "The snare is broken, and my soul hath escaped as a bird out of the snareof the fowler. I will tell the story of my deliverance as long as I live." I can say to-night,

"E'er since by faith I saw the stream His flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die."

Oh, my beloved hearers, believe in Christ as I did. The gospel comes to each sorrowing sinner, and it says,—Trust the Saviorand there is joy for thee. There is but a veil of gauze between thee and peace; move the hand of faith, and that veil willbe torn to pieces. There is but a step between thy misery and music and dancing and a life of perpetual delights; take thatstep out of self and into Christ, and all is changed for ever. Ask Jesus to break thy bonds, and with a touch of his piercedhand, he will make thee free as the swallow on the wing which no cage can hold. Thou shalt see him, and see thy sin neveragain for ever.

God bless thee, and break the cart-ropes, and remove the cords of vanity, for Jesus' sake. Amen.

"Listen now! the Lord hath done it! For he loved us unto death; It is finished! He has saved us! Only trust to what he saith. He hath done it! Come and bless him, Spend in praise your ransomed breath Evermore and evermore. "Oh, believe the Lord hath done it! Wherefore linger? Wherefore doubt? All the cloud of black transgression He himself hath blotted out. He hath done it! Come and bless him, Swell the grand thanksgiving shout, Evermore and evermore."

Portion of Scripture read before Sermon—Isaiah 5.

Hymns from "Our Own Hymn Book"—235, 587, 553.


DEAR FRIENDS,—Owing to delays upon the road, I only reached this place on Saturday night, wearied and weak; but this morningI am refreshed! and hope to rest in real earnest. I should not sit down to write these lines were it not for the importunaterequests of many friends who are so kindly interested in me. It is a joy to live in the hearts of others and to be thoughtof by them. But what is to be said of the great privilege of being thought upon of the Lord? "This honor have all the saints."Each one of them may say, "I am poor and needy, yet the Lord thinketh upon me." Hence he delights to hear from us becausehis delight is in us. What joy lies in the assurance that his thoughts towards us are thoughts of peace, and not of evil!"How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!" We are often wandering in thought, or we are cast down, and doubtful,and anxious, but he saith, "My thoughts are not your thoughts." "The mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed, butmy kindness shall not depart from thee."

In this confidence let us possess our souls. Our lives, our cares, our trials, our concerns are all considered by a love whichnever grows cold, a wisdom which never mistakes, and a power which never fails. Wherefore, let us have delight in the Almighty,and lift up our faces unto God, seeing he taketh pleasure in his people, and remembers them in their low estate with a mercywhich endureth for ever.

Yours in the ever-remembering Father,

C. H. SPURGEON.Mentone, February 1st.