Sermon 12. The Peculiar Sleep of the Beloved
Delivered on Sabbath Morning, March 4, 1855, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
At Exeter Hall, Strand.
"For so he giveth his beloved sleep."-Psalm 127:2.
The sleep of the body is the gift of God. So said Homer of old, when he described it as descending from the clouds and restingon the tents of the warriors around old Troy. And so sang Virgil, when he spoke of Palinurus falling asleep upon the prowof his ship. Sleep is the gift of God. We think that we lay our heads upon our pillows, and compose our bodies in a peacefulposture, and that, therefore we naturally and necessarily sleep. But it is not so. Sleep is the gift ofGod; and not a man would close his eyes, did not God put his fingers on his eyelids; did not the Almighty send a softand balmy influence over his frame which lulled his thoughts into quiescence, making him enter into that blissful state ofrest which we call sleep. True, there be some drugs and narcotics whereby men can poison themselves well nigh to death, andthen call it sleep; but the sleep of the healthy body is the gift of God. He bestows it; he rocks the cradle for us everynight; hedraws the curtain of darkness; he bids the sun shut up his burning eyes; and then he comes and says, "Sleep, sleep, mychild; I give thee sleep." Have you not known what it is at times to lie upon your bed and strive to slumber? and as it issaid of Darius, so might it be said of you: "The king sent for his musicians, but his sleep went from him." You have attemptedit, but you could not do it; it is beyond your power to procure a healthy repose. You imagine if you fix your mind upon acertainsubject until it shall engross your attention, you will then sleep; but you find yourself unable to do so. Ten thousandthings drive through your brain as if the whole earth were agitated before you. You see all things you ever beheld dancingin a wild phantasmagoria before your eyes. You close your eyes, but still you see; and there be things in your ear, and head,and brain, which will not let you sleep. It is God alone, who alike seals up the sea boy's eyes upon the giddy mast, and givesthemonarch rest: for with all appliances and means to boot, he could not rest without the aid of God. It is God who steeps the mind in lethe, and bids us slumber, that our bodies may berefreshed, so that for tomorrow's toil we may rise recruited and strengthened. O my friends, how thankful should we be forsleep. Sleep is the best physician that I know of. Sleep hath healed more pains of wearied bones than the most eminent physiciansupon earth. It is the best medicine; the choicest thingof all the names which are written in all the lists of pharmacy. There is nothing like to sleep! What a mercy it is thatit belongs alike to all! God does not make sleep the boon of the rich man, he does not give it merely to the noble, or therich, so that they can keep it as a peculiar luxury for themselves; but he bestows it upon all. Yea, if there be a difference,the sleep of the labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much. He who toils, sleeps all the sounder for his toil.Whileluxurious effeminacy cannot rest, tossing itself from side to side upon a bed of eider down, the hard-working labourer,with his strong and powerful limbs, worn out and tired, throws himself upon his hard couch and sleeps: and waking, thanksGod that he has been refreshed. Ye know not, my friends, how much ye owe to God, that he gives you rest at night. If ye hadsleepless nights, ye would then value the blessing. If for weeks ye lay tossing on your weary bed, ye then would thank Godfor thisfavour. But as it is the gift of God, it is a gift most precious, one that cannot be valued until it is taken away; yea,even then we cannot appreciate it as we ought.
The Psalmist says there are some men who deny themselves sleep. For purposes of gain, or ambition, they rise up early andsit up late. Some of us who are here present may have been guilty of the same thing. We have risen early in the morning thatwe might turn over the ponderous volume, in order to acquire knowledge; we have sat at night until our burned-out lamp haschidden us, and told us that the sun was rising; while our eyes have ached, our brain has throbbed, ourheart has palpitated. We have been weary and worn out; we have risen up early, and sat up late, and have in that way cometo eat the bread of sorrow. Many of you business men are toiling in that style. We do not condemn you for it; we do not forbidrising up early and sitting up late; but we remind you of this text:-"It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late,to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep." And it is of this sleep, that God gives to his beloved,that we mean to speak this morning, as God shall help us-a sleep peculiar to the children of God-a sleep which he givesto "his beloved."
Sleep is sometimes used in a bad sense in the Word of God, to express the condition of carnal and worldly men. Some men havethe sleep of carnal ease and sloth: of whom Solomon tells us, they are unwise sons that slumber in the harvest, causing shame;so that when the harvest is spent, and the summer is ended, they are not saved. Sleep often expresses a state of sloth, ofdeadness, of indifference, in which all ungodly men are found, according to the words, "It is time forus to awake out of sleep.-"Let us not sleep as do others, but let us who are of the day be sober." There be many who aresleeping the sluggard's sleep, who are resting upon the bed of sloth; but an awful waking shall it be to them, when they shallfind that the time of their probation has been wasted; that the golden sands of their life have dropped unheeded from thehourglass; and that they have come into that world where there are no acts of pardon passed, no hope, no refuge, no salvation.
In other places you find sleep used as the figure of carnal security, in which so many are found. Look at Saul, lying asleepin fleshly security-not like David, when he said, "I will lay me down and sleep, for thou Lord makest me to dwell in safety."Abner lay there, and all the troops lay around him, but Abner slept. Sleep on, Saul, sleep on. But there is an Abishai standingat thy pillow, and with a spear in his hand he says, "Let me smite him even to the earth atonce." Still he sleeps; he knows it not. Such are many of you, sleeping in jeopardy of your soul; Satan is standing, thelaw is ready, vengeance is eager, and all saying, "Shall I smite him? I will smite him this once, and he shall never wakeagain." Christ says, "Stay, vengeance, stay." Lo, the spear is even now quivering-"Stay, spare it yet another year, in thehope that he may yet wake from the long sleep of his sin." Like Sisera, I tell thee, sinner, thou art sleeping in the tentof thedestroyer; thou mayest have eaten butter and honey out of lordly dish; but thou art sleeping on the doorstep of hell;even now the enemy is lifting up the hammer and the nail, to smite thee through thy temples, and fasten thee to the earth,that there thou mayest lie for ever in the death of everlasting torment-if it may be called a death.
Then there is also mentioned in the Scripture, a sleep of lust, like that which Samson had when he lost his locks, and suchsleep as many have when they indulge in sin, and wake to find themselves stripped, lost, and ruined. There is also the sleepof negligence, such as the virgins had, when it is said, "they all slumbered and slept;" and the sleep of sorrow, which overcamePeter, James, and John. But none of these are the gifts of God. They are incident to the frailty ofour nature; they come upon us because we are fallen men; they creep over us because we are the sons of a lost and ruinedparent. These sleeps are not the benisons of God; nor does he bestow them on his beloved. We now come to tell you what thosesleeps are, which he does bestow.
I. First, there is a miraculous sleep which God has sometimes given to his beloved-which he does not now vouchsafe. Into that kind of miraculous sleep, or rathertrance, fell Adam, when he slept sorrowfully and alone; but when he awoke he was no more so, for God had given him that bestgift which he had then bestowed on man. The same sleep Abram had, when it is said that a deep sleep came on him, and he laidhim down, and saw a smoking furnace and a burning lamp,while a voice said to him, "Fear not, Abram; I am thy shield, and thy exceeding great reward." Such a hallowed sleep alsowas that of Jacob, when, with a stone for his pillow, the hedges for his curtains, he laid him down and slumbered. Dreaming,he saw a ladder set upon the earth, the top of which reached to heaven, the angels of God ascending and descending upon it.Such a sleep had Joseph, when he dreamed that the other sheaves made obeisance to his sheaf, and that the sun, moon, and sevenstars were subject unto him. So ofttimes did David rest, when his sleep was sweet unto him, as we have just read. Andsuch a sleep was that of Daniel, when he said, "I was asleep upon my face, and behold the Lord said unto me, Arise, and standupon thy feet." And such, moreover, was the sleep of the reputed father of our blessed Lord, when in a vision of the night,an angel said to him, "Arise, Joseph, and take the young child and his mother, and flee into Egypt, for Herod will seek theyoungchild to destroy him." These are miraculous slumbers. God's angel hath touched his servants with the magic wand of sleep,and they have slept, not simply as we do, but slept a wondrous sleep; they have dived into the tenfold depths of slumber;they have plunged into a sea of sleep, where they have seen the invisible, talked with the unknown, and heard mystic and wondroussounds: and when they awoke, they have said, "What a sleep! Surely, my sleep was sweet unto me." "So he giveth his belovedsleep."
But, now-a-days, we do not have such sleeps as these. Many persons dream very wonderful things, but most people dream nonsense.Some persons put faith in dreams: and, certainly God doth warn us in dreams and visions even now. I am sure he does. Thereis not a man but can mention one or more instances of a warning, or a benefit, he has received in a dream. But we never trustdreams. We remember what Rowland Hill said to a lady, who knew she was a child of God, because shedreamed such- and-such a thing: "Never mind, ma'am, what you did when you were asleep; let us see what you will do whenyou are awake." That is my opinion of dreams. I never will believe a man to be a Christian merely because he has dreamed himselfone; for a dreamy religion will make a man a dreamer all his life-and such dreamers will have an awful waking at last, ifthat is all they have to trust in.
II. He gives his beloved, in the second place, the sleep of a quiet conscience. I think most of you saw that splendid picture, in the Exhibition of the Royal Academy-the Sleep of Argyle-where he lay slumberingon the very morning before his execution. You saw some noblemen standing there, looking at him, almost with compunction; thejailer is there, with his keys rattling; but positively the man sleeps, though tomorrow morning his head shall be severedfrom hisbody, and a man shall hold it up, and say, "This was the head of a traitor." He slept because he had a quiet conscience:for he had done no wrong. Then look at Peter. Did you ever notice that remarkable passage, where it is said that Herod intendedto bring out Peter on the morrow; but, behold, as Peter was sleeping between two guards, the angel smote him? Sleeping between two guards, when on the morrow he was to be crucified or slain! He cared not, for his heart was clear; he hadcommitted no ill. He could say, "If it be right to serve God or man, judge ye;" and, therefore, he laid him down and slept.O sirs! do ye know what the sleep of a quiet conscience is? Have you ever stood out and been the butt of calumny-pelted byall men; the object of scorn-the laugh, the song of drunkards? And have ye known what it is, after all, to sleep, as if youcared for nothing, because your heart was pure? Ah! ye who are in debt-ah! ye who are dishonest-ah! ye who love not God,and love not Christ-I wonder ye can sleep, for sin doth put pricking thorns in the pillow. Sin puts a dagger in a man'sbed, so that whichever way he turns it pricks him. But a quiet conscience is the sweetest music that can lull the soul tosleep. The demon of restlessness does not come to that man's bed who has a quiet conscience-a conscience right with God-whocan sing-
With the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace shall be.
"So he giveth his beloved sleep."
But let me tell you who have no knowledge of your election in Christ Jesus, no trust in the ransom of a Saviour's blood-you,who have never been called by the Holy Ghost-you, who were never regenerated and born again-let me tell you that you do notknow this slumber. You may say your conscience is quiet; you may say, you do no man any wrong, and that you believe at thebar of God you shall have little to account for. But, sirs, you know that the soul that sinneth, ifit sins but once, must die. If the picture has a single flaw, it is not a perfect one. If ye have sinned but once, yeshall be damned for it, unless ye have something to take away that one sin. Ye do not know this sleep, but the Christian does,for all his sins were numbered on the "scape-goat's head of old." Christ has died for all his sins however great or enormous;and there is not now a sin written against him in the Book of God. "I, even I," says God, "am he that blotteth out thytransgressions for my name's sake, and I will not remember thy sins." Now thou mayest sleep; for "so he giveth his belovedsleep."
III. Again: there is the sleep of contentment which the Christian enjoys. How few people in this world are satisfied. No man ever need fear offering a reward of a thousandpounds to a contented man; for if any one came to claim the reward, he would of course prove his discontent. We are all ina measure, I suspect, dissatisfied with our lot; the great majority of mankind are always on the wing; they never settle;they never light on any tree to build their nest; butthey are always fluttering from one to the other. This tree is not green enough, that is not high enough, this is notbeautiful enough, that is not picturesque enough; so they are ever on the wing, and never build a peaceful nest at all. TheChristian builds his nest; and as the noble Luther said, "Like yon little bird upon the tree, he hath fed himself tonight-heknoweth not where his breakfast is tomorrow. He sitteth there while the winds rock the tree; he shuts his eyes, puts his headunder his wing, and sleeps; and, when he awakes in the morning sings,
Mortals cease from toil and sorrow;
God provideth for the morrow."
How few there are who have that blessed contentment-who can say, "I want nothing else; I want but little here below-yea, Ilong for nothing more-I am satisfied-I am content." You sung a beautiful hymn just now; but I suspect that many of you hadno right to it, because you did not feel it.
With thy will I leave the rest,
Grant me but this one request;
Both in life and death to prove
Tokens of thy special love.
Could you say there was nothing you wanted on earth, save Jesus? Did you mean that you are perfectly content-that you hadthe sleep of contentment? Ah! no. You, who were apprentices, are sighing till you shall be journeymen; you who are journeymen,are groaning to be masters; masters are longing till they shall retire from business, and when they have retired, they arelonging that all their children shall be settled in life. Man always looks for a yet-beyond; he is amariner who never gets to port; an arrow which never reaches the target. Ah! the Christian hath this text and communedwith it:-"So he giveth his beloved sleep." In my reverie, as I was on the border of the land of dreams, methought I was ina castle. Around its massive walls there ran a deep moat. Watchmen paced the walls both day and night. It was a fine old fortress,bidding defiance to the foe; but I was not happy in it. I thought I lay upon a couch; but scarcely had I closed my eyes, erea trumpet blew, "To arms! To arms!" and when the danger was overpast I lay me down again. "To arms! To arms! once moreresounded, and again I started up. Never could I rest. I thought I had my armour on, and moved about perpetually clad in mail,rushing each hour to the castle top, aroused by some fresh alarm. At one time a foe was coming from the west; at another fromthe east. I thought I had a treasure somewhere down in some dep part of the castle, and all my care was to guard it. I dreaded,I feared, I trembled lest it should be taken from me. I awoke, and I thought I would not live in such a tower as thatfor all its grandeur. It was the castle of discontent, the castle of ambition, in which man never rests. It is ever "To arms!To arms! To arms!" There is a foe here or a foe there. His dear-loved treasure must be guarded. Sleep never crosses the drawbridgeof the castle of discontent. Then I thought I would supplant it by another reverie. I was in a cottage. It was in what poetscall a beautiful and pleasant place, but I cared not for that. I had no treasure in the world, save one sparkling jewelon my breast; and I thought I put my hand on that and went to sleep, nor did I wake till morning light. That treasure wasa quiet conscience and the love of God-"the peace that passeth all understanding." I slept, because I slept in the house ofcontent, satisfied with what I had. Go ye, overreaching misers! Go ye, grasping ambitious men! I envy not your life of inquietude.The sleep of statesmen is often broken; the dream of the miser is always evil; the sleep of the man who loves gain isnever hearty; but God "giveth," by contentment, "his beloved sleep."
IV. Once more: God giveth his beloved the sleep of quietness of soul as to the future. O that dark future! that future! The present may be well; but ah! the next wind may wither all the flowers, and where shallI be? Clutch thy gold, miser; for "riches make to themselves wings and fly away." Hug that babe to thy breast, mother; forthe rough hand of death may rob thee of it. Look at thy fame and wonder at it, O thou man of ambition! But one slight reportshall woundthee to the heart, and thou shalt sink as low as e'er thou hast been lifted high by the voices of the multitude. The future!All persons have need to dread the future, except the Christian. God giveth to his beloved sleep with regard to the eventsof coming time.
What may be the future lot,
High or low concerns me not;
This doth set my heart at rest,
What my God appoints is best.
Whether I am to live or die is no matter to me; whether I am to be the "offscouring of all things," or "the man whom the kingdelighteth to honour," matters not to me. All is alike, provided my Father doth but give it. "So he giveth his beloved sleep."How many of you have arrived at that happy point that you have no wish of your own at all? It is a sweet thing to have butone wish; but it is a better thing to have no wish at all-to be all lost in the present enjoymentof Christ and the future anticipation of the vision of his face. O my soul! what would the future be to thee, if thouhadst not Christ? If it be a bitter and a dark future, what matters it, so long as Christ thy Lord sanctifies it, and theHoly Ghost still gives thee courage, energy, and strength? It is a blessed thing to be able to say with Madame Guyon-
To me 'tis equal, whether love ordained,
My life or death, appoint me pain or ease;
My soul perceives no real ill in pain,
In ease or health, no real good she sees.
One good she covets, and that good alone,
To choose thy will, from selfish bias free,
And to prefer a cottage to a throne,
And grief to comfort, if it pleases thee.
That we should bear the cross is thy command-
Die to the world, and live to sin no more;
Suffer unmoved beneath the rudest hand,
As pleased when shipwrecked, as when safe on shore.
It is a happy condition to attain. "So he giveth his beloved sleep." Ah! if you have a self-will in your hearts, pray to Godto uproot it. Have you self-love? Beseech the Holy Spirit to turn it out; for if you will always will to do as God wills,you must be happy. I have heard of some good old woman in a cottage, who had nothing but a piece of bread and a little wafer,and lifting up her hands, she said, as a blessing, "What! all this, and Christ too?" It is "allthis," compared with what we deserve. And I have read of some one dying, who was asked if he wished to live or die; and he said,"I have no wish at all about it." "But if you might wish, which would you choose?" "I would not choose at all." "But if Godbade you choose?" "I would beg God to choose for me, for I should not know which to take." Happy state! happy state! to beperfectly acquiescent-
To lie passive in his hand,
And to know no will but his.
"So he giveth his beloved sleep."
V. In the fifth place: there is the sleep of security. Solomon slept with his armed men round his bed, and thus slumberedsecurely; but Solomon's father slept one night on the bare ground-not in a palace-with no moat round his castle wall,-buthe slept quite as safely as his son, for he said, "I laid me down and slept, and I awaked, for the Lord sustained me." Now,some persons never feel secure in this world at all; I query whether one half of my hearers feelthemselves so. Suppose I burst out in a moment, and sing this-
I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is given;
More happy, but not more secure,
Are the glorified spirits in heaven.
You would say, that is too high doctrine; and I would reply, very likely it is for you, but it is the truth of God, and itis sweet doctrine for me. I love to know, that if I am predestinated according to the foreknowledge of God the Father, I mustbe saved; if I was purchased by the Son's blood, I cannot be lost, for it would be impossible for Jesus Christ to lose onewhom he has redeemed, otherwise he would be dissatisfied with his labours. I know that where he has begunthe good work he will carry it on. I never fear that I shall fall away, or be lost; my only fear is, lest I should nothave been right at first; but, provided I am right, if I be really a child of God, I might believe that the sun would be smittenwith madness, and go reeling through the universe like a drunken man-I might believe that the stars would urn form their courses,and instead of marching with their measured tramp, as now they do, whirl on in wild courses like the dance ofBacchanals-I could even conceive that this great universe might all subside in God, "even as a moment's foam subsidesagain upon the wave that bears it;" but neither reason, heresy, logic, eloquence, nor a conclave of divines, shall make mepay a moment' attention to the vile suggestion that a child of God may ever perish. Hence I tread this earth with confidence.Arguing a little while ago with an Arminian, he said, "Sir, you ought to be a happy man; for if what you say be true, whyyou areas secure of being in heaven as if you were there." I said, "Yes, I know it." "Then you ought to live above cares andtribulations, and sing happily from morning to night." I said, "So I ought, and so I will, God helping me." This is security."He giveth his beloved sleep." To know that if I died I should enter heaven-to be as sure as I am of my own existence thatGod, having loved me with an everlasting love, and he being immutable, will never hate me if he has once loved me-to knowthat Imust enter the kingdom of glory-is not this enough to make all burdens light, and give me the hind's feet wherewith Imay stand upon my high places. Happy state of security! "So he giveth his beloved sleep."
And there is a sleep, my dear friends, of security, which is enjoyed on earth even in the midst of the greatest troubles.Do you remember that passage in the book of Ezekiel, where it is said, "They shall dwell securely in the wilderness and sleepin the woods?" A queer place to sleep in! "In the woods." There is a wolf over yonder; there is a tiger in the jungle; andeagle is soaring in the air; a horde of robbers dwell in the dark forest. "Never mind," says the child ofGod:
He that hath made his refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode;
Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest his head.
I have often admired Martin Luther, and wondered at his composure. When all men spoke so ill of him, what did he say? Turnto that Psalm-"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in time of trouble; therefore we will not fear, thoughthe earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea." In a far inferior manner, I have beencalled to stand up in the position of Martin Luther, and have been made the butt of slander, a mark forlaughter and scorn; but it has not broken my spirit yet; not will it, while I am enabled to enjoy that quiescent stateof-"So he giveth his beloved sleep." But thus far I beg to inform all those who choose to slander or speak ill of me, thatthey are very welcome to do so till they are tired of it. my motto is cedo nulli-I yield to none. I have not courted any man's love; I asked no man to attend my ministry; I preach what I like, and whenI like, and as I like. Oh! happy state-tobe bold, though downcast, and distressed-to go and bend my knee and tell my Father all, and then to come down from mychamber, and say-
If on my face, for thy dear name,
Shame and reproach shall be;
I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame,
For thou'lt remember me.
VI. The last sleep God giveth his beloved is the sleep of a happy dismission. I have stood by the graves of many servantsof the Lord. I have buried some of the excellent of the earth; and when I bid farewell to my brother down below there slumberingin his coffin, I usually commence my speech with those words, "So he giveth his beloved sleep." Dear servants of Jesus! ThereI see them! What can I say of them, but that "so he giveth his beloved sleep?" Oh! happy sleep! Thisworld is a state of tossing to and fro; but in that grave they rest. No sorrows there; no sighs, no groans, to minglewith the songs that warble from immortal tongues. Well may I address the dead thus:-"My brother, oftentimes hast thou foughtthe battles of this world; thou hast had thy cares, thy trials, and thy troubles; but now thou art gone-not to worlds unknown,but to yonder land of light and glory. Sleep on, brother! Thy soul sleepeth not, for thou art in heaven; but thy bodysleepeth. Death hath laid thee in thy last couch; it may be cold, but it is sanctified; it may be damp, but it is safe;and on the resurrection morning, when the archangel shall set his trumpet to his mouth, thou shalt rise. 'Blessed are theydead that die in the Lord: yea, saith the Spirit, for they rest from their labours, and their works do follow them.' Sleepon in thy grave, my brother, for thou shalt rise to glory." "So he giveth his beloved sleep."
Some of you fear to die, and have good reason to do so, for death for you would be the beginning of sorrows; and on its approachye might hear the voice of the angel of the Apocalypse: "One woe is past, but behold two woes more are to come." If, sirs,ye were to die unprepared, and unconverted, and unsaved, "There remaineth nothing but a fearful looking for of judgment andfiery indignation." I need not speak like a Boanerges, for it is to you a well known truth, thatwithout God, without Christ, "strangers from the commonwealth of Israel," your portion must be amongst the damned-thefiends-the tortured-the shrieking ghosts-the wandering souls who find no rest-
On waves of burning brimstone toss'd,
For ever, O for ever lost!
"The wrath to come!" "The wrath to come!" "The wrath to come!"
But beloved Christian brother, wherefore dost thou fear to die? Come let me take thy hand:
To you and me by grace 'tis given,
To know the Saviour's precious name;
And shortly we shall meet in heaven,
Our end, our hope, our way the same.
Do you know that heaven is just across that narrow stream? Are you afraid to plunge in and swim across? Do you fear to bedrowned? I feel the bottom-it is good. Dost thou think thou shalt sink? Hear the voice of the Spirit: "Fear not, I am withthee; be not dismayed, I am thy God: when thou passest through the river, I will be with thee, and the floods shall not overflowthee." Death is the gate of endless joys, and dost thou dread to enter there? What! fear to beemancipated from corruption? Oh! say not so! but rather, gladly lay down and sleep in Jesus, and be blessed.
I have finished expounding my subject. There is only one question I want to ask of you before you pass out of those doors.Do you seriously and solemnly believe that you belong to the "beloved" here mentioned? I may be impertinent in asking sucha question; I have been accused of that before now, but I have never denied it. I rather take the credit of it than not. Butseriously and solemnly I ask you-Do you know yourselves to be amongst the beloved? And if it happensthat you want a test, allow me to give you three tests, very briefly, and I have done. It has been said that there arethree kinds of preachers-doctrinal preachers, experimental preachers, and practical preachers. Now I think there are threethings that make up a Christian-true doctrine, real exzperience, and good practice.
Now, then, as to your doctrine. You may tell whether you are the Lord's beloved partly by that. Some think it matters notwhat a man believes. Excuse me: truth is alway precious, and the least atom of truth is worth searching out. Now- a-days thesects do not clash so much as they did. Perhaps that is good; but there is one evil about it. People do not read the Biblesso much as they did. They think we are all right. Now, I believe we may be all right in the main,but we cannot be all right where we contradict one another; and it becomes every man to search the Bible to see whichis right. I am not afraid to submit my Calvinism, or my doctrine of believer's baptism, to the searching of the Bible. A learnedlord, an infidel, once said to Whitfield, "Sir I am an infidel, I do not believe the Bible, but if the Bible be true, you are right, and your Arminian opponents are wrong. If the Bible be the Word of God, the doctrines of grace are true;" addingthat if any man would grant him the Bible to be the truth, he would challenge him to disprove Calvinism. The doctrinesof original sin, election, effectual calling, final perseverance, and all those great truths which are called Calvinism-thoughCalvin was not the author of them, but simply an able writer and preacher upon the subject-are, I believe, the essential doctrinesof the Gospel that is in Jesus Christ. Now, I do not ask you whether you believe all this-it is possible you maynot; but I believe you will before you enter heaven. I am persuaded, that as God may have washed your hearts, he willwash your brains before you enter heaven. He will make you right in your doctrines. But I must enquire whether you read yourBibles. I am not finding fault with you this morning for differing from me, I may be wrong; but I want to know whether yousearch the Scriptures to find what is truth. And, if you are not a reader of the Bible, if you take doctrines second-hand,if you goto chapel, and say, "I do not like that:' what matters your not liking it, provided it is in the Bible? Is it Biblicaltruth, or is it not? If it is God's truth, let us have it exalted. It may not suit you; but let me remind you, that the truththat is in Jesus never was palatable to carnal men, and I believe never will be. The reason you love it not, is because itcuts too much at your pride; it lets you down too low. Search yourselves, then, in doctrine.
Then take care that you remember the experimental test. I am afraid there is very little experimental religion amongst us;but where there is true doctrine, there ought always to be a vital experience. Sirs, try yourselves by the experimental test.Have you ever had an experience of your wretchedness, of your depravity, your inability, your death in sin? Have you everfelt life in Christ, an experience of the light of God's countenance, of wrestling with corruption? Haveyou had a grace-given Holy Ghost-implanted experience of a communion with Christ? If so, then you are right on the experimentaltest.
And, to conclude, take care of the practical test. "Faith without works is dead, being alone." He that walketh in sin is achild of the devil; and he that walketh in righteousness is a child of light. Do not think, because you believe the rightdoctrines, therefore you are right. There are many that believe right, act wrong, and they perish. "Be not deceived; God isnot mocked; whatsoever a man soweth that shall he also reap."
I have done. Now let me beseech thee, you, by the frailty of your own lives-by the shortness of time-by the dreadful realitiesof eternity-by the sins you have committed-by the pardon that you need-by the blood and wounds of Jesus-by his second comingto judge the world in righteousness-by the glories of heaven-by the awful horrors of hell-by time-by eternity-by all thatis good-by all that is sacred-let me beg of you, as you love your own souls,to search and see whether ye are amongst the beloved, to whom he giveth sleep. God bless you.