Sermon 51. Comfort for the Desponding
Delivered on Sabbath Morning, November 25, 1855, by the
REV. C.H. SPURGEON
At New Park Street Chapel, Southwark.
"Oh that I were as in months past."-Job 29:2.
FOR THE MOST part the gracious Shepherd leads his people beside the still waters, and makes them to lie down in green pastures;but at times they wander through a wilderness, where there is no water, and they find no city to dwell in. Hungry and thirsty,their soul fainteth within them, and they cry unto the Lord in their trouble. Though many of his people live in almost constantjoy, and find that religion's ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace, yetthere are many who pass through fire and through water: men do ride over their heads,-they endure all manner of troubleand sorrow. The duty of the minister is to preach to different characters. Sometimes we admonish the confident, lest theyshould become presumptuous; oftentimes we stir up the slumbering, lest they should sleep the sleep of death. Frequently wecomfort the desponding, and this is our duty this morning-or if not to comfort them, yet to give them some exhortation whichmayby God's help be the means of bringing them out of the sad condition into which they have fallen, so that they may notbe obliged to cry out for ever-"Oh that I were as in months past!"
At once to the subject. A complaint; its cause and cure; and then close up with an exhortation to stir up your pure minds, if you are in such a position.
I. First, there is a COMPLAINT. How many a Christian looks on the past with pleasure, on the future with dread, and on thepresent with sorrow! There are many who look back upon the days that they have passed in the fear of the Lord as being thesweetest and the best they have ever had, but as to the present, it is clad in a sable garb of gloom and dreariness. Theycould wish for their young days over again, that they might live near to Jesus, for now they feel that theyhave wandered from him, or that he has hidden his face from them, and they cry out, "Oh that I were as in months past!"
1. Let us take distinct cases one by one. The first is the case of a man who has lost the brightness of his evidences, and is crying out, "Oh that I were as in months past!" Hear his soliloquy:-"Oh that my past days could be recalled! ThenI had no doubt of my salvation. If any man had asked for the reason of the hope that was in me, I could have answered withmeekness and with fear. No doubt distressed me, no fear harassed me; I could say with Paul, 'I know whomI have believed,' and with Job, 'I know that my Redeemer liveth;'
'My steady soul did fear no more
Than solid rocks when billows roar.'
I felt myself to be standing on the rock Christ Jesus. I said-
'Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
Sure I shall safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all'
But ah! how changed it is now! Where there was no cloud it; all cloud; where I could read my 'my title clear,' I tremble to read my damnation quite as clearly. I hoped that I trusted inChrist, but now the dark thought rises up, that I was a hypocrite, and had deceived myself and others. The most I can attainto, is-Methinks I will hope in him still; and if I may not be refreshed with the light of his countenance, still in the shadow of his wingswill I trust.' I feel that if I depart from him there is no other Saviour; but oh! what thick darkness surrounds me! LikePaul of old, there have been days and nights wherein neither sun, nor moon nor stars have appeared. I have lost my roll inthe Arbour of Ease; I cannot now take it out of my breast, and read it to console me on my journey; but I fear that when Iget to the end of the way they will deny me entrance, because I came not in by the door to receive his grace and know hislove, buthave been deceived, have taken carnal fancies for the workings of the Spirit, and have imputed what was but natural convictionto the work of God the Holy Ghost."
This is one phase, and a very common one. You will meet many who are crying out like that-"Oh that I were as in months past!"
2. Another phase of this great complaint, which it also very frequently assumes, is one under which we are lamenting-not somuch because our evidences are withered as because we do not enjoy a perpetual peace of mind as to other matters. "Oh "says one, "Oh that I were as in months past; for then whatever troubles and trials came upon me, were less than nothing.I had learned to sing-
'Father, I wait thy daily will;
Thou shalt divide my portion still;
Give me on earth what seems thee best,
Till death and heaven reveal the rest.'
I felt that I could give up everything to him; that if he had taken away every mercy I could have said-
'Yea, if thou take them all away,
Yet will I not repine;
Before they were possessed by me,
They were entirely thine.'
I knew no fear for the future. Like a child on its mother's breast I slept securely; I said, 'Jehovah-jireh, my God will provide,'I put my business into his hands; I went to my daily labor; like the little bird that waketh up in the morning, and knowethnot where its breakfast is to come from, but sitteth on the spray, singing-
'Mortal, cease from toil and sorrow
God provideth for the morrow;'
so was I. I could have trusted Him with my very life, with wife, with children, with everything, I could give all into hishands, and say each morning, 'Lord, I have not a will of my own, or if I have one, still, thy will be done; thy wish shallbe my wish; thy desire shall be my desire.' But 'oh that I were as in months past!' How changed am I now! I begin frettingabout my business; and if I lose now but a live pound note, I am worried incessantly, whereas, if it were athousand before, I could have thanked the God who took it away as easily as I could the God that gave it to me. How theleast thing disturbs me. The least shadow of a doubt as to some calamity that may befall me, rests on my soul like a thickcloud. I am perpetually self-willed, desiring always to have just what I wish. I cannot say I can resign all into his hands;there is a certain something I could not give up. Twined round my heart there is an evil plant called self-love. It has twisteditsroots within the very nerves and sinews of my soul. There is something I love above my God. I cannot give up all now;but 'oh that I were as in months past!' For then my mercies were real mercies, because they were God's mercies. "Oh," sayshe, "'that I were as in months past!' I should not have had to bear such trouble as I have now, for though the burden mighthave pressed heavily, I would have cast it on the Lord. Oh! that I knew the heavenly science of taking the burdens off myownshoulders, and laying them on the Rock that supports them all! Oh! if I knew how to pour out my griefs and sorrows asI once did! I have been a fool, an arrant fool, a very fool, that I should have run away from that sweet confidence I oncehad in the Saviour! I used then to go to his ear, and tell him all my griefs.
'My sorrows and my griefs I poured
Into the bosom of my God;
He helped me in the trying hour,
He helped me bear the heavy load.'
But now, I foolishly carry them myself, and bear them in my own breast, Ah!
'What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!'
Would that they would return to me."
3. Another individual perhaps is speaking thus concerning his enjoyment in the house of God and the means of grace. "Oh," says one, "in months past, when I went up to the house of God, how sweetly did I hear! Why, I sat with my ears open,to catch the words, as if it were an angel speaking; and when I listened, how at times did the tears come rolling down mycheeks! and how did my eyes flash, when some brilliant utterance, full of joy to the Christian, aroused mysoul! Oh! how did I awake on the Sabbath morning, and sing,
'Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!'
And when they sang in the house of God, whose voice was so fond as mine. When I retired from worship, it was with a lighttread; I went to tell my friends and my neighbors what glorious news I had heard in the sanctuary. Those were sweet Sabbaths;and when the prayer-meetings came round, how was I found in my places and the prayers were prayers indeed to my spirit; whoever I heard preach, provided it was the gospel, how did my soul feed and fatten under it!for Isat at a very banquet of joy. When I read the Scriptures they were always illuminated, and glory did gild the sacred page,whenever I turned it over. When I bent my knee in prayer, I could pour my soul out before God, and I loved the exercise; Ifelt that I could not be happy unless I spent my time upon my knees; I loved my God, and my God loved me; but oh! how changednow! 'Oh that I were as in months past!' I go up to God's house; it is the same voice that speaks, the same man I love somuch,still addresses me; but I have no tears to shed now; my heart has become hardened even under his ministry; I have fewemotions of joy; I enter the house of God as a boy goes to school, without much love to it, and I go away without having mysoul stirred. When I kneel down in secret prayer, the wheels are taken off my chariot, and it drags very heavily; when I striveto sing, all I can say is, 'I would but cannot'; 'Oh that I were as in months past!' when the candle of the Lord shone roundabout me!"
I trust there are not many of you who can join in this; for I know ye love to come up to the house of God. I love to preachto a people who feel the word, who give signs of assent to it-men and women who can afford a tear now and then in a sermon-peoplewhose blood seems to boil within them when they hear the gospel. I don't think you understand much of the phase I am describing; but still you may understand a little of it. The word may not be quite so sweetandpleasant to you as it used to be; and then you may cry out-"Oh that I were as in months past!"
4. But I will tell you one point which perhaps may escape you. There are some of us who lament extremely that our conscience is not as tender as it used to be; and therefore doth our soul cry in bitterness, "Oh that I were as in months past!" "When first I knew the Lord," you say,"I was almost afraid to put one foot before another, lest I should go astray; I always looked before I leaped; if there werea suspicion of sin about anything, I faithfully avoided it; itthere were the slightest trace of the trail of the serpent on it, I turned from it at once; people called me a Puritan;I watched everything; I was afraid to speak, and some practices that were really allowable I utterly condemned; my consciencewas so tender, I was like a sensitive plant; if touched by the hand of sin, my leaves curled up in a moment; I could not bearto be touched I was so tender, I was all over wounds, and if any one brushed against me I cried out. I was afraid to doanything, lest I should sin against God. If I heard an oath, my bones shook within me; if I saw a man break the Sabbath,I trembled and was afraid; wherever I went, the least whisper of sin startled me; it was like the voice of a demon when Iheard a temptation, and I said with violence, 'Get thee behind me, Satan,' I could not endure sin; I ran away from it as froma serpent; I could not taste a drop of it; but 'Oh that I were as in months past.' It is true, I have not forsaken his ways;Ihave not quite forgotten his law; it is true, I have not disgraced my character, I have not openly sinned before men,and none but God knoweth my sin; but oh! my conscience is not what it once was. It did thunder once, but it does not now.O conscience! conscience! thou art gone too much to sleep, I have drugged thee with laudanum, and thou art slumbering whenthou oughtest to be speaking! Thou art a watchman; but thou dost not tell the hours of the night as thou once didst. O conscience!sometimes I heard thy rattle in my ears, and it startled me, now thou sleepest, and I go on to sin. It is but a littleI have done; still, that little shows the way. Straws tell which way the wind doth blow; and I feel that my having committedone little sin, evidences in what way my soul is inclined. Oh! that I had a tender conscience again! Oh! that I had not thisrhinoceros conscience, which is covered over with tough hide, through which the bullets of the law cannot pierce! Oh! thatI had aconscience such as I used to have! ' Oh that I were as in months past!'"
5. One more form of this sad condition. There are some of us, dearly beloved, who have not as much zeal for the glory of God and the salvation of men as we used to have. Months ago, if we saw a soul going to destruction, our eyes were filled with tears in a moment; if we did but see a man inclinedto sin, we rushed before him with tears in our eyes, and wished to sacrifice ourselves to save him; we could not walk thestreet, but we must be giving somebody a tract,or reproving some one; we thought we must be for ever speaking of the Lord Jesus; if there were any good to be done, wewere always first and foremost in it: we desired by all means to save some, and we did think at that time that we could giveup ourselves to death, if we might but snatch a soul from hell. So deep, so ardent was our love to our fellowmen, that forthe love we bore Christ's name, we would have been content to be scoffed at, hissed at, and persecuted by the whole world,if wemight have done any good in it. Our soul was burning with intense longing for souls, and we considered all things elseto be mean and worthless; but ah! now souls may be damned, and there is not a tear; sinners may sink into the scalding pitof hell, and not a groan; thousands may be swept away each day, and sink into bottomless woe, and yet not an emotion. We canpreach without tears; we can pray for them without our hearts. We can speak to them without feeling their necessities; wepass bythe haunts of infamy-we wish the inmates better, and that is all. Even our compassion has died out. Once we stood nearthe brink of hell, and we thought each day that we heard the yellings and howlings of the doomed spirits ringing in our ears;and then we said, "O God, help me to save my fellow-men from going down to the pit! "But now we forget it all. We have littlelove to men, we have not half the zeal and energy we once had. Oh! if that be your state, dearly beloved; if you can joininthat, as your poor minister, alas! can do in some measure, then may we well say, "Oh that I were as in months past!"
II. But now we are about to take these different characters, and tell you the CAUSE AND CURE.
1. One of the causes of this mournful state of things is defect in prayer; and of course the cure lies somewhere next door to the cause. You are saying, "Oh that I were as in months past!" Come, mybrother; we are going into the very root of the matter. One reason why it is not with you as in months past is this: you donot pray as you once did. Nothing brings such leanness into a man's soul as want of prayer. It is well said that a neglectedcloset is thebirth-place of all evil. All good is born in the closet, all good springeth from it; there the Christian getteth it; butif he neglecteth his closet, then all evil comes of it. No man can progress in grace if he forsakes his closet. I care nothow strong he may be in faith. It is said that fat men may for a time live on the flesh they have acquired; but there is nota Christian so full of flesh that he can live on old grace. If he waxes fat he kicks, but he cannot live upon his fat. Thosewhoare strong and mighty in themselves cannot exist without prayer. If a man should have the spiritual might of fifty ofGod's choicest Christians in himself, he must die, if he did not continue to plow. My brother, cannot you look back and say,"Three or four months ago my prayers were more regular, more constant, more earnest than they are now; but now they are feeble,they are not sincere, they are not fervent, they are not earnest? "O brother, do not ask anybody what is the cause of yourgrief; it is as plain as possible; you need not ask a question about it. There is the cause; and where is the remedy?Why, in more prayer, beloved. It was little prayer that brought you down; it is great prayer that will lift you up. It waslack of prayer that brought you into poverty, it must be increase of prayer that will bring you into riches again. Where nooxen are the crib is clean. There is nothing for men to eat where there are no oxen to plough; and where there are no prayerstoplough the soil, you have little to feed upon. We must be more earnest in prayer. Oh! beloved, might not the beam outof the wall cry against us? Our dusty closets might bear witness to our neglect of secret devotion; and that is the reasonwhy it is not with us as in months past. My friends: if you were to compare the Christian to a steam-engine, you must makehis prayers, fed by the Holy Spirit, to be the very fire which sustains his motion. Prayer is God's chosen vehicle of grace,and he isunwise who neglects it. Let me be doubly serious on this matter, and let me give a home-thrust to some. Dear friend, doyou mean what you say, and do you believe what you say-that neglect of prayer will bring your soul into a most hazardous condition?If so, I will say no more to thee; for thou wilt easily guess the remedy for thy lamentable cry, "Oh that I were as in monthspast!" A certain merchant wishes that he were as rich as he used to be:-he was wont to send his ships over to thegold country, to bring him home cargoes of gold, but ne'er a ship has been out of port lately, and therefore can he wonderthat he has had no cargo of gold? So when a man prayeth he sends a ship to heaven, and it comes back laden with gold; butif he leaves off supplication, then his ship is weather-bound and stays at home, and no wonder he cometh to be a poor man.
2. Perhaps, again, you are saying, "Oh that I were as in months past!" not so much from your own fault as from the fault of your minister. There is such a thing, my dear friends, as our getting into a terribly bad condition through the ministry that we attend.Can it be expected that men should grow in grace when they are never watered with the streams that make glad the city of ourGod? Can they be supposed to wax strong in the Lord Jesus, when they do not feed onspiritual food? We know some who grumble, Sabbath after Sabbath, and say they cannot hear such and such a minister. Whydon't you buy an ear-trumpet then? Ah! but I mean, that I can't hear him to my soul's profit. Then do not go to hear him, if you have tried for a long while and don't get any profit. I always think that a man who grumblesas he goes out of chapel ought not to be pitied, but whipped, for he can stay away if he likes, and go where he will be pleased.There are plenty ofplaces where the sheep may feed in their own manner; and every one is bound to go where he gets the pasture most suitedto his soul; but you are not bound to run away directly your minister dies, as many of you did before you came here. You shouldnot run away from the ship directly the storm comes, and the captain is gone, and you find her not exactly sea-worthy; standby her, begin caulking her, God will send you a captain, there will be fine weather by-and-bye, and all will be right; butvery frequently a bad minister starves God's people into walking skeletons, so that you can tell all their bones; andwho wonders that they starve out their minister, when they get no food and no nutriment from his ministrations. This is asecond reason why men frequently cry out, "Oh that I were as in months past!"
3. But there is a better reason still, that will come more home to some of you. It is not so much the badness of the food, as the seldomness that you come to eat it. You know, my dear friends, we find every now and then that there is a man who came twice a day to the house of God on theSabbath. On the Monday night he was busy at work; but his apron was rolled up, and if he could not be present all the while,he would come in at the end. On the Thursday evening hewould, if possible, come to the sanctuary, to hear a sermon from some gospel minister, and would sit up late at nightand get up early in the morning, to make up the time he had spent in these religious exercises; but by-and-bye he thought,"I am too hard-worked; this is tiring; it is too far to walk." And so he gives up first one service, and then another, andthen begins to cry out, "Oh that I were as in months past!" Why, brethren you need not wonder at it. The man does not eatso much as heused to do. Little and often is the way children should be fed, though I have given you a great deal this morning. Still,little and often is a very good rule. I do think, when people give up week-day services, unless it is utterly impracticablefor them to attend them, farewell to religion. "Farewell to practical godliness," says Whitfield, "when men do not worshipGod on the week-day!" Week-day services are frequently the cream of all. God giveth his people pails full of milk on the Sabbath,but he often skims off the cream for the week-day. If they stay away, is it wonderful that they have to say, "Oh, thatI were as in months past!" I do not blame you, beloved; I only wish to "stir up your pure minds by way of remembrance." Avery plain fellow that is-is he not? Yes, he always tells you what he means, and always intends to do so. Stand to your colors,my men! Keep close to the standard if you would win the battle! And when there seems to be the slightest defection, it issimplyour duty to exhort you, lest by any measure ye depart from the soundness of your faith.
4. But frequently this complaint arises from idolatry. Many have given their hearts to something else save God, and have set their affections upon the things of earth, insteadof the things in heaven. It is hard to love the world and love Christ, it is impossible: that is more; but it is hard notto love the creature; it is hard not to give yourself to earth; I had almost said, it is impossible not to do that; it isdifficult, and only God can enable us; he alonecan keep us with our hearts fully set on him; but mark whenever we make a golden calf to worship sooner or latter it willcome to this,-we shall get our golden calf ground up and put into our water for us to drink, and then we shall have to say,"He hath made me drunken with wormwood." Never a man makes an idol for himself to worship but it tumbles down on him and breakssome of his bones. There was ne'er a man yet who departed to broken cisterns to find water, but instead thereof he foundloathsome creatures therein, and was bitterly deceived. God will have his people live on him, and on none else, and ifthey live on anything else but him he will take care to give them of the waters of Mara, to embitter their drink, and drivethem to the Rock of purest streams. Oh, beloved, let us take care that our hearts are wholly his, only Christ's, solely Christ's!If they are so, we shall not have to cry out, "Oh that I were as in months past!"
5. We scarcely need, however, detail any more reasons. We will add but one more and that is the most common one of all. Wehave, perhaps, become self-confident and self-righteous. If so, that is a reason why it is not with us as in months past. Ah! my friends, that old rascal self-righteousness, youwill never get rid of him as long as you live. The devil was well pictured under the form of a serpent because a serpent cancreep in anywhere, though the smallestcrevice. Self-righteousness is a serpent; for it will enter anywhere. If you try to serve your God, "What a fine fellowyou are," says the devil. "Ah! don't you serve your God well! You are always preaching. You are a noble fellow." If you goto a prayer meeting, God gives you a little gift, and you are able to pour out your heart. Presently there is a pat on theback from Satan. "Did not you pray sweetly? I know the brethren will love you; you are growing in grace very much." If a temptationcomes, and you are able to resist it, "Ah!" says he at once, "you are a true soldier of the cross; look at the enemy youhave knocked down; you will have a bright crown by-and-bye; you are a brave fellow!" You go on trusting God implicitly; Satanthen says, your faith is very strong: no trial can overcome you: there is a weak brother, he is not half as strong as youare!" Away you go, and scold your weak brother, because he is not as big as you, and all the while Satan is cheering you up,andsaying, "What a mighty warrior you are! so faithful-always trusting in God, you have not any self-righteousness." Theminister preaches to the Pharisee: but the Pharisee is not fifty-ninth cousin to you; you are not at all self-righteous inyour own opinion, and all the while you are the most self-righteous creature in existence. Ah! beloved, just when we thinkourselves humble we are sure to be proud; and when we are groaning over our pride we are generally the most humble. You mayjust readyour own estimate backwards. Just when we imagine we are the worst, we are often the best, and when we conceive ourselvesthe best, we are often the worst. It is that vile self-righteousness who creeps into our souls, and makes us murmur, "Oh thatI were as in months past!" Your candle has got the snuff of self-righteousness upon it; you want to have that taken away,and then you will burn all right. You are soaring too high; you require something that will bring you down again to the feetofthe Saviour, as a poor lost and guilty sinner-nothing at all; then you will not cry any longer. "Oh that I were as inmonths past!"
III. And now, the closing up is to be an EXHORTATION. An exhortation, first of all, to consolation, One is saying, "Oh! I shall never be in a more happy state than I now am in, I have lost the light of his countenance; hehath clean gone away from me, and I shall perish." You remember in John Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress," the description ofthe man shut up in the iron cage. One says to him, "Wilt thou never come out of this cage?" "No, never." "Art thou condemnedfor ever?" "Yes, I am." "Why was this?" "Why I grieved the Spirit, and he is gone; I once thought I loved him, but I havetreated him lightly and he has departed. I went from the paths of righteousness, and now I am locked up here, and cannot getout." Yes, but John Bunyan does not tell you that the man never did get out? There have been some in that iron cage that havecome out. There may be one here this morning, who has been for a long while sitting in that iron cage, rattling the bars,trying to break them, trying to file them through with his own little might and strength. Oh! dear friend, you will neverfile through the iron bars of that terrible cage; you will never escape by yourself. What must you do? You must begin to singlike the bird in the cage does; then the kind master will come and let you out. Cry to him to deliver you; and though youcry and shout, and he shutteth out your prayer, he will hear you by-and-bye; and like Jonah you shall exclaim in days to come,"Out of the belly of hell I cried unto the Lord, and he heard me." You will find the roll under the settle, although youhave dropped it down the Hill of Difficulty; and when thou hast it thou will put it in thy bosom again, and hold it all themore tightly, because thou hast lost it for a little season.
"Return, O wanderer, return,
And seek an injured Father's face;
Those warm desires that in thee burn
Were kindled by reclaiming grace."
And now another exhortation, not so much to console you as to stir you up more and more to seek to be what you ought to be.O Christian men and women, my brethren and sisters in the faith of Jesus Christ! How many there are of you who are contentjust to be saved, and merely to enter heaven. How many do we find who are saying "Oh! if I can but just get in at the door-ifI can simply be a child of God!" and they carry out their desires literally, for they are as littleChristian as possible. They would have moderation in religion! But what is moderation in religion? It is a lie; it isa farce. Doth a wife ask her husband to be moderately loving? Doth a parent expect his child to be moderately obedient? Doyou seek to have your servants moderately honest? No! Then how can you talk about being moderately religious? To be moderatelyreligious is to be irreligious. To have a religion that does not enter into the very heart and influence the life, is virtuallytohave no religion at all. I tremble sometimes, when I think of some of you who are mere professors. Ye are content ye whitewashedsepulchres; because ye are beautifully whitened ye rest satisfied, without looking at the charnel-house beneath. How manyof you make clean the outside of the cup and platter; and because the church can lay nothing to your charge, and the worldcannot accuse you, you think the outside of the cup will be sufficient. Take heed! take heed! The judge will look at theinside of the cup and platter one day; and if it be full of wickedness he will break that platter, and the fragments shallfor ever be cast about in the pit of torment. Oh! may God give you to be real Christians! Waxen-winged professors! ye canfly very well here; but when like Icarus, ye fly upwards, the mighty sun of Jesus shall melt your wings, and ye shall fallinto the pit of destruction. Ah! gilded Christians, beautifully painted, varnished, polished, what will ye do when ye shallbefound at last to have been worthless metal? When the wood, hay, and stubble shall be buried and consumed, what will yedo if ye are not the genuine coin of heaven, if ye have not been molten in the furnace, if ye have not been minted from onhigh? If ye are not real gold, how shall ye stand the fire in that "great and terrible day of the Lord?" Ah! and there aresome of you who can stand the fire, I trust. You are the children of God, but, beloved, do I charge you wrongfully when I say,that many of us know that we are the children of God, but we are content to be as little dwarf children, we are alwayscrying out, "Oh that I were as in months past!" That is a mark of dwarfishness. If we are to do great things in the worldwe must not often utter this cry, We must often be singing
"I the chief of sinners am; but Jesus died for me;"
and with cheerful countenance we must be able to say that we "know whom we have believed." Do you wish to be useful? Do youdesire to honor your Master? Do you long to carry a heavy crown to heaven, that you may put it on the Saviour's head? If youdo-and I know you do-then seek above all things that your soul may prosper and be in health-that your inner-man may not besimply in a living state, but that you may be a tree planted by the rivers of water, bringing forthyour fruit in your season, your leaf never withering, and whatsoever you do prospering. Ah! do you want to go to heaven,and wear a starless crown there-a crown that shall be a real crown, but that shall have no star upon it, because no soul hasbeen saved by you? Do you wish to sit in heaven with a dress of Christ's on, but without one single jewel that God has givenyou for your wages here below? Ah! no; methinks you wish to go to heaven in full dress, and to enter into the fullness ofthejoy of the Lord. Five talents well improved, five cities; and let no man be satisfied with his one talent merely, butlet him seek to put it out at interest; "for unto him that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance."
And finally, to many of you what I have preached about has no interest whatever. Perhaps you may say, "'Oh that I were asin months past!' for then I was quite well and a jolly fellow was I. Then I could drink with the deepest drinker anywhere.Then I could run merrily into sin, but I cannot now. I have hurt my body. I have injured my mind. It is not with me as itused to be, I have spent all my money. I wish I were as I used to be!" Ah! poor sinner, thou hast good reasonto say, "Oh that I were as in months past!" But wait four or five months, and then you will say it more emphatically,and think even to day better than that day; and the further you go on, the more you will wish to go back again; for the pathto hell is down, down, down, down-always down-and you will be always saying, "Oh that I were as in months past!" Thou wiltlook back to the time when a mother's prayer blessed thee, and a father's reproof warned thee-when thou wentest to aSabbath-school, and sattest upon thy mother's knee, to hear her tell thee of a Saviour; and the longer the retrospectof goodness, the more that goodness will pain you. Ah I my friends, ye have need to go back, some of you. Remember how farye have fallen-how much ye have departed; but oh! ye need not turn back! Instead of looking back and crying, "Oh that I wereas in months past!" say something different. Say, "Oh that I were a new man in Christ Jesus-"It would not do for you to beginagain in your present state; you would soon be as bad as you now are; but say, "Oh that I were a new man in Christ Jesus;oh that I might begin a new life!" Some of you would like to begin a new life-some of you reprobates, who have gone far away!Well, poor mortal, thou mayest. "How?" savest thou. Why, if thou art a new man in Christ Jesus thou wilt begin again. A Christian is as much a new man as if he had been no man at all before; the old creature is dethroned, he isa newcreature, born again, and starting on a new existence. Poor soul! God can make thee a new man. God the Holy Spirit canbuild a new house out of thee, with neither stick nor stone of the old man in it, and he can give thee a new heart, a newspirit, new pleasures new happiness, new prospects, and at last give thee a new heaven. "But," says one "I feel that I wantthese things; but may I have them?" Guess whether you may have them, when I tell you-"This is a faithful saying, and worthyof allacceptation, that Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners." It does not say it is worthy of some acceptation, but it is worthy of all the acceptation you will ever give it. If you now say, "Jesus came into the world so save sinners, I believe he did! I knowhe did; he came to save me," you will find it "worthy of all acceptation." You say still, "But will he save me?" I will give you another passage: "Whosoever cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out." Ah!but I do not know whether I may come! "Whosoever," it saith. "Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out." "Whosoever will, let him come," it is written. Dost thou will? I only speakto such as will, who know their need of a Saviour. Dost thou will? Then God the Holy Spirit says, "Whosoever will let himcome, and take the water of life freely."
The feeble, the guilty, the weak, the forlorn,
In coming to Jesus shall not meet with scorn;
But he will receive them, and bless them, and save
From death and destruction, from hell and the grave.
and he will lift them up to his kingdom of glory. God so grant it; for his name sake.