Sermon 400. Our Miseries, Messengers of Mercy
Delivered on Sunday Morning, July the 14th, 1861 by the
Rev. C. H. SPURGEON,
At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington
"Come, and let us return unto the Lord: for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten and he will bind us up. Aftertwo days he will revive us: in the third day he will raise us up, and we shall live in his sight."-Hosea 6:1-2.
TENDER FATHERS seek first to will their children by gentle means. The Lord, in his long-suffering, dealt very kindly withhis erring Israel, sending them favor after favor, and blessing after blessing, saying by his acts, "I have given them theircorn, and their wine, and their oil, they will surely turn unto me and say, 'Our Father, thou shalt be the guide of our youth.'But the more he multiplied his bounties, the more they multiplied their iniquities, and they burnedsacrifice unto the gods of Edom, and of Moab, even to those that were no gods, saying, "These be thy gods, O Israel, whichhave given unto thee thy corn, and thy wine, and thy oil;" so they spent the mercies of God in sacrifice upon their idols,and committed transgressions with the false gods of the heathen, consuming upon their lusts the very mercies which God hadsent to bring them to repentance. When at last God saw that this measure did not move them, because their sin was writtenas withan iron pen, and graven upon the very horns of their altars, then he tried harsher means; he hewed them by the prophets;they rose early and they prophesied until the going down of the sun, giving line upon line, precept upon precept, threateningthem with the anger and vengeance of God. At last that vengeance came; he carried them away captive, and they went into aland that they knew not, among a cruel people, whose speech they could not understand. Again he delivered them out of thehand oftheir enemy; and yet, again, because of their sin, he sold them to Assyria, and afterwards to Babylon, that at last, afterthey had been rent and torn, they might say within themselves, "Come, and let us return unto the Lord." Now, my brethren,the people of Israel are but a picture of ourselves; especially are they representatives of a certain class, some of whomare now present. God has tried you with mercy upon mercy; kept you long in health, till you scarce ever had a day's sickness;givenyou all that you could wish, till your cup was brimming and flowing over; but you used his mercies for your own self-indulgence,and the bodily strength which was given you to be a blessing you have made a curse. Streams of mercy never ceasing God hasvouchsafed to you, but your only return has been stream of sin, broad, and black, and deep. And now to-day he has been changinghis ways with you. I am speaking to some whom God has of late heavily afflicted; seeing gentler means would not do, hehas turned your wine into wormwood, and your honey into gall; he has made you sick in body and dispirited in mind; yourearthly goods are melting like snow before the summer's sun; your children die before your very eyes, and the desire of yourheart is taken away with a stroke. God has made all his waves and his billows go over you; the law has sounded ids trumpetin your ear and brought your sin to remembrance; conscience has started up in alarm from its long sleep and cries like a mightymanthat waketh up from his slumber and finds the camp besieged. You are troubled and sore broken; your heart is melted likewax in the midst of your bowels, so that while you are sitting in the house of God to-day you are complaining.-"I am the manthat has seen affliction;" and perhaps worse thank that you are groaning, "His wrath lieth hard upon me, I cannot look up."It is to you I am about to speak this morning. I single you out from the crowd, and yet I trust while I address youthere may be also some words of comfort or of instruction for the rest of the congregation. Oh! may you, nay hearer, youupon whom I fix my eye this morning, you whose case is the case of Israel in Hosea, may you say, "Come, and let us returnunto the Lord, for he hath torn, and he will heal us; he hath smitten, and he will bind us up." I desire to come straightup to you who are in this condition and put my hand inside yours, holding you fast while I strive in God's name to reasonwith you,beseeching God the Holy Spirit to reason better than I can, sweetly moving your soul, till you say, "I will arise andgo unto my Father."
Three things I must do this morning; first, I must deal a blow, at the old Tempter, who has got the first hand at you; secondly, I will come to reason comfortably with you; and then, thirdly, I must lovingly persuade you, saying-"Come, let us return unto the Lord."
I. First then, I must DEAL A BLOW AT THE OLD TEMPTER, WHO HAS GOT BEFORE ME AND HAS BEGUN TO DECEIVE YOU.
I cannot tell what is the precise temptation that Satan has been using with you, but I think it is very likely to be one offour.
The first one has been this-"Oh," saith he, "see how troubled you are, nothing prospers with you; what pains of body you suffer,and how depressed you are in spirit. God is a tyrant to you, he treats you cruelly; hate him, set your teeth together and curse him; say no, if he treats me thus he is not a God that I can love, I will abhor him from my very soul." I have uttered that temptation in startling language becausesuch dark insinuations as thishave been very common with much tried and troubled men. I remember many who, in telling their experience of how they werebrought to Christ, have confessed that when first the hammer of God's law fell upon their hearts it hardened them, when Godsmote, they were like the bullock which kicks against the pricks of the ox-goad; they felt like a high blooded, unbroken horse,the bit was in their mouths, but they pulled and tugged at it, and the more it cut and wounded them the more resolved theywere that they would not turn, in fact, hatred was stirred up against God by what was intended to bring them to his feet.Soul, doth Satan tempt thee thus? Then indeed it is a sad proof that sin is madness. I can only compare thy case to you poormaniac, who has labored hard to destroy himself by existing himself into the fire or into the water. Some kind person, willingto bear all the inconveniences of such an office, has volunteered to be his keeper. See, the man is dashing to the water'sbrink and means to throw himself into the stream, his keeper holds him back, and with stern words and sterner acts throwshim down upon the ground, and binds him so that he cannot take the fatal leap. But look again, he longs to burn himself, hemakes a tremendous effort to thrust his body into the flame, but his keeper shuts him up in a room where he cannot get atthe devouring flame. All the "while this madman hates him, curses him, spits upon him, and would do anything if he could butkillhis keeper and tear him to pieces in his fury. Mark you, when yonder maniac shall get back his reason, he will kiss thefeet of that man whom now he hates, he will say-"I bless you for the loving violence which has restrained me from my own destruction,I thank you for denying me my own will, that you stood in my path and thwarted my mad desire, and that you would not let meruin myself." Now, poor sinner, God is doing this with you. Oh! do not hate him. He does not hate you; he is notcoaling with you in wrath, but in mercy. There is still behind the black cloud the sun of his mercy shining. Oh! thatSatan may be cast out of you that you may not be tempted to hate God because of his sore smitings of you.
Or, perhaps, the temptations of Satan have taken another shape, not so much hatred as sullenness. You have lost all you care for now, and you think that your state does not matter much to you, you would as soon die as live,and as for your soul, you think you cannot be more wretched in hell itself than you are, and you say, "So let it be; it isso bad that it cannot be mended." You do not bestir yourself, but you sit down with a stony heart waiting to be crushed.You are like some poor man benighted on the frozen Alps, who feels sleep creeping upon him, and is content to lie downthere and die, as he certainly must unless some friendly hand shall shake him out of his desperate sleep. There is a kindof numbness which pain brings to the body, which has its equivalent in the spirit, a numbness because the grief has been soacute, that nature could bear no more. Then death itself loses its horror in the nearer terrors of the soul. "My soul choosethstrangling rather than life." Soul, Satan desireth to have thee that he may utterly destroy thee, and this is one of hisways, he seeks to make thee torpid that he may find thee dead; for when thou art sullen he knows that the warnings of theministry, and the earnest exhortations of the gospel, will have but little force with thee. Wake, man, wake! thy dander isawful! Multitudes have perished here. Wake, I pray thee, wake! Oh! if thou hast any sensibility left, bestir thee. Dependon it, thatbad as thy case is, it will be worse in the world to come, unless the badness of it be now blessed to thy soul. Oh! man,the pains thou hast had as yet are but as the finger-ache, they are but mere trifles compared with the miseries of eternity.Instead of opiates to make thee sleep, let them be goads to stir thy sluggish flesh, and make thee start from the deadly couchof presumption. I would be but too glad if I might thrust lancets into thee again, and again, anything sooner than you shouldsleep that sleep of death and be utterly destroyed.
Possibly, however, the temptation of Satan has taken the form of despair. "Oh," saith he, "there is no hope for you; you can clearly perceive that you are the subject of divine hatred; God has notdealt with others as he has with you; these trials are but to first drops of the long shower of his eternal wrath. Dependupon it," says Satan, "now that your conscience is in this state, your convictions will deepen into a settled remorse, andthen that remorse will endin final despair, and everlasting destruction from the presence of the Lord; your sins are too many and too great; thereis hope for any man, but there is no hope for you; you are beyond the lines of mercy; the arm of grace is not long enoughor strong enough to reach such a wretch as you are; you are not jammed in hell yet, but you are the same as if you were; youare reprobate; the decree shuts you out of heaven, while the greatness of your sin confirms it; you are bound up in fettersthatcannot be broken and cast into a horrible pit lout of which you never can be drawn." Satan, thou art a liar, oh! thatthis poor heart did know it: I tell thee this to thy face, for thou didst once bewitch me with thy falsehood. Thou didst bring me into this state of despair too till I was ready to put an end to myself, becauseI thought nothing awaited me but the wrath of God. Oh! thou lying hell-hound, how thou didst slander my Lord and Master. Hewas willing to receive me, but thoumodest me think he would reject me; he stood waiting about the door of my heart, saying, "Open to me," and thou saidstthat he had gone, that he had shut up the bowels of his compassion, and doomed for ever to destruction. I will be even withthee, thou great destroyer of souls, for thy cruel treachery with me, as long as I live I will raise the hue and cry againstthee. Soul, do not thou believe him, he is a murderer of souls, and a liar from the beginning; there is hope for you;there is hope for you now. There is still the gospel preached to you: still is it freely presented in your hearing. May you say today, "Come, let usreturn unto the Lord" and he will heal you; he will bind you up; he will receive you to his heart; he will in no wise cast you out.
But it may occur, that yet a fourth temptation has been tried with some of you. Satan has said, "Well, now, you can see itis of no use. Give it up altogether, and if you cannot be happy one way, try another; you clearly perceive that you are shutout of heaven, well, make the best of this world." "Now," says the devil, "Christ will not have you, what is the use of yourgoing to a place of worship? Do not go, stay away, it is hopeless; the gospel will never be of any useto you; you have heard it these three or four years, and you only get more hardened; don't go again; besides, why makeyourself miserable for nothing; drink your fill of the world's delight, if you cannot get the best good, get the other; eat,drink, and be merry; live a fast life, and satisfy yourself; you may as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb; you may as wellperish for a great sin as perish for a little one. God evidently has cast you off, follow your own way and choose your owndelight." Oh! soul, oh! soul, how sad it is that these afflictions and warnings of conscience which are meant to bringyou to Christ should be used by Satan as the reason why you should go from Christ. Oh! soul, the Lord has designs of mercy for you now he has begun to try you in your circumstances and afflict youin your soul; and the devil knows it, and is afraid of losing you and so he wants you to get out of the way of mercy justwhen mercy is coming. What, suppose you have asyet gained no good by attending the means of grace, does that prove that you will not soon be blessed? You are travellingin the wilderness, you had a torch, and the wind blew it out: you lit it again, and it blew it out again, do not say thattherefore you will never see. The sun is rising, the sun is rising, and the fact that torches have been blown out does notprove that the night will last for ever. If your false hopes have left you, and your self-righteous trusts have all been takenaway,I am glad. I am glad it is dark with you, for the darkest part of the night is that which heralds the dawning of the day.I am glad the Lord has laid you how, for it is now he means to hit you up. Do not I pray you be cajoled out of this divinemercy by the temptations of the fiend of hell. Rouse thee, man! Cry, "Through he slay me yet will I trust in him! If I beat Bethesda's pool and the water be not stirred, yet will I die there," (that you will never do; mark that) "though I pray,and hehears me not, yet my cries even to my dying hour shall go up to him." And mark you, he will surely hear you; only, donot be led astray of the Evil One to turn what is the mercy of God into an excuse for excess of riot; but, do you rather listennow to the voice of wisdom and mercy, while I seek in the second place to reason with you comfortably that I may bring youto say, "Come, let us return unto the Lord."
II. Now forget your troubles, for a little while if you can, or only think of them as a background for the brightness of THECOMFORT which I would give you as God's messenger.
1. So you say you have had so many trials in life, and so many strivings of conscience, that therefore you feel you must betoo guilty to be saved. Do you think that you have been punished for your sins? Permit me to remind you that this is not theplace where the Judge of all the earth usually punishes sin; his wrath he reserves for the day of judgment and the world tocome. All sorrow is the result of sin, but still it does not come to any particular man, except in someremarkable instances, because of any special sin in him. Now there was Job-will you equal him among the saints? Was henot one of the chief of them? Yet he was more tried than any other man; that evidently was not because he was a greater sinnerthan others. Do you not know the fact that often the most wicked men are the most prosperous, whilst the most holy are themost afflicted? Therefore this is not the place where God dispenses providence according to the sole and absolute rule ofjustice; that is to be in the world to come? How would you account for such an instance as this, which occurred not longago in a certain railway accident? There were two men who entered the train; one of them a Christian, the other a worldling.The Christian man took his seat; so did the other. At a station the worldly one said, "I should like a game of cards; willyou get out and go with me?-there is So-and-so in such a carriage; come with me, and we will play together." "No," said theother, "I would much rather be out of your company, if that is what you are at." "Well then," said he, "good morning,I am going there." An accident of the most frightful character occurred; the Christian man saw those on each side of lam killed;his two companions crushed, and himself such a mass of bruises and broken brings as you scarcely ever saw; his leg brokenin seven different places, and himself as it seemed at death's doctor. His companion who went to play cards, was perfectlysafeall the carriage in which he rode was untouched! Now, this plainly shows that this is of the world in which God dealswith men according to the rules of justice. Ships sink whether men are at prayer, or whether they are cursing God. Providencehere is not ordered according to the rule by which God shall dispense his favors or his fury in the world to come. This isthe land of long-suffering rather than of execution. This is the land where God in his wise providence rather brings us torepentance than to punishment. Now I can see the hand of God in all. The man who escaped as a card player, I fear, washardened by the providence by which he escaped. Yet, mark you, God was glorified, because his providence will become a savorof death unto death to that man should he live and die impenitent, while in the Christian who was thus injured God is honored,for if you could see him as I saw him, with his smiling face relating the fact that he has never murmured once, though hehadlaid upon his bed for very many weeks, you would only admire the favor and goodness of God which gave the sinner spacefor repentance, and gave the believer room to display the grace of patience. It was good for the one that he was afflicted,it was good for the other that he escaped. But this is not the hand of punishment, and your having more afflictions than others,may be because God loves you; certainly it is not because he hates you. I have seen the wicked in great power, spreadingthemselves like green bay-trees; and I have seen them in their death too, and they are not in trouble as other men, neitherare they plagued like other men; they are at ease, they are settled on their lees; they are not emptied from vessel to vessel.As for God's people, they are chastened every morning, and vexed every evening and the Lord's hand lieth heavy on them; yetthere is God's goodness in that heavy hand, and infinite lovingkindness in their tribulations. God only gives the wickedprosperity as we give husks to swine; he gives them this world's transient things because he loves them not. I pray youthen, do not misconstrue your sufferings of body and mind, they may be tokens of mercy; they certainly are not indicatorsof any special wrath.
Secondly, you will say that you have great distress of mind, and trials of soul, and therefore there is no hope for you. I say, therefore,there is hope. Perhaps some of those troubles of mind come from Satan. Now observe this, Satan very seldom troubles those men who are allhis own. A poor negro who had been tempted by Satan was once laughed at by his master about it. Said he, "The devil nevertempts me, I do not even know that there is such a being inexistence." They went out sometime after shooting wild ducks, and as the master shot at a covey of them and borne of themwere wounded he was exceedingly earnest with clubs and stones to secure those that were wounded, while he left those thatwere evidently dead to float on the stream till he had time to pick them up. This gave the negro a fine opportunity of explaininghis master's experience. "Massa, whilst you was a splashin' in de water after dem wounded ducks, and lettin' de dead onesfloat on, it jist come into my mind why it is dat de debil troubles me so much whilst he lets you alone. You are likede dead ducks, he's sure he's got you safe. I'm like de wounded ones, trying to git away from him, and he's afraid I'll dieit, so he makes all de fuss after me and jist lets you float on down de stream. He knows he can get you any time, but he knowsit now or never wid me. If you were to begin to flutter a little and show signs like you were a goin' to get away from him,hewould make jist as big a splashin' after you as he does after me."
But again, you will remember that it is not God's way to send convictions of sin to reprobates. Do men plough the sand? Dothey send their oxen upon the rock? No, they attempt to use materials that are utterly rotten? No, they give them up, andleave them alone. Now, why is the all-wise Jehovah at work with you unless he has gracious designs for you; I hope it is becausehe is about to bring you to himself.
Let me show you yet in the third place that this is according to the analogy of nature. Did you ever hear this parable? There was a certain shepherd who hada sheep, which he desired to lead into another and better field. He called it and it would not come, he led it and it wouldnot follow, he drove it but it would only follow in own devices. At last he thought within himself "I will do this." The sheephad a little lamb by its side, and the shepherd took the lambup in his arms, and carried it away, and then the ewe came too. And so with you, God has been calling to you, mother, and you did not come. Christ said "Come," and you would not, he sent affliction and you would not come, then he tookyour child away, and you came then, you followed the Saviour then. You see it was loving work on the shepherd's part, he didbut take the lamb to save the sheep, the Saviour took your child to heaven that he might bring you to heaven. We had beforethe church the other night a sister who is here now I dare say, there were four in the family and the Lord took one childaway. But that was not enough he took another, and another, and the fourth lay sick and ready to, die and then the mothersheart was broken, and mother and father both came to Jesus Oh! blessed afflictions, blessed losses, blessed deaths that endin spiritual life! Now this I trust is how God is dealing with you. You know, if a man has a field and desires to gather aharvestfrom it, what does he do? First of all he ploughs it. The field might say, "Why these scars across my face? Why thus upturnmy sods?" Because there can be no sowing till there has been ploughing, sharp ploughshares make furrows for good seed. Ortake yet another picture from nature. A man desireth to make of a rusty piece of iron a bright sword which shall be serviceableto a great warrior. What doth he do? He putteth it into the fire and melteth it, he taketh away all its dross and removethall its till, then he fashioneth it with his hammer, he beateth it full sore upon the anvil, he anneals it in one fireafter another till at last it comes out a good blade that will not snap in the day of warfare. This is what God doeth withyou-I pray you do not misread the book of God's providence, for if you read it aright it runs thus-"I will have mercy on thisman and therefore have I smitten him and wounded him. Come, therefore, let us return unto the Lord, for he hath wounded andhewill heal, he hath smitten and he will bind us up."
I have other arguments to use, and you must bear with me somewhat patiently. Thou art wounded in spirit this morning, poormourner, wilt thou remember that it is God's delight to bind up broken hearts. "He telleth the number of the stars." Whatits the next verse-do you remember it?-"He bindeth up the broken in heart." What a mighty stoop this is! From counting thestars and leading them forth, mighty worlds though they be, he bows to become a surgeon to the poorwounded heart. You know what Christ's occupation is in heaven-"If he shall wipe away tears from oft an faces." What ablessed occupation-wiping away tears! Soul, Christ will be glad to wipe away thy tears now. He delights to do it-Christ isnever more happy than when he is showing his heart to shiners, he is so glad when he can find his poor lost sheep, and putit on his shoulders and carry it home. It will maker you glad to be saved; but he will be infinitely glad to save you, anddelighted to receive you, for he delighteth in mercy.
Please remember, yet once again, that the wounds which you now feel he made himself, and if he is willing to heal any wounds, how much more those that he has himself made. There are some diseasesin which the surgeon is compelled to wound; the proud flesh has gotten in; the cure has been a bad one, and in order thatit may be thoroughly sound, he perhaps makes a cross out, a deep cross cut that goes into the very core of the matter. Well,his lances has made a badwound, do you think the doctor will not do his best to heal it? I will go to him and say, "Surgeon, thou didst thyselfmake the wound, thou modest it in order to my healing, heal the wound, I pray thee, heal me." Occasionally when a man hasbroken his leg, it has been badly set by some bungler, and when he has consulted a skillful surgeon, he says, "I can do nothingfor you till I break your leg again." And so often is it with men's minds; they get peace, peace, when there is no peace,andthere is no doing anything with them until God breaks their heart again. Suppose a surgeon should break a man's led again,do you think he would go away and leave the poor man without setting it? No, he broke that he might heal, that he might makethe cure a sound one. And so is it, perhaps, with your broken heart. Go to him, then, go to him; say, "Lord, thou didst breakmy heart; I was a hard blasphemer once, but thou hast brought me to my knees. I once said, 'I would never enter a place ofworship;' Lord, thou knowest I go there now, though I get no comfort there, but I pray thee give me comfort. It was such-and-sucha sermon that brought me to despair; Lord, guide thy servant to preach another that will bring me into liberty. Lord, if thouhast not broken my heart, break it now; but if thou hast broken it, Lord, I appeal to thee to heal it. Thou hast begun thework by killing me, finish the work by making me alive; thou hast begun by stripping me, Lord, clothe me." That is goodargument; he will surely do it, he will not fail to carry on and complete that which he has begun to perform.
Once more only-and perhaps this will be the best argument of all-remember you have got his promise for it. The text I readas a promise. It looks at first sight as if it were spoken by man, and so it is; but then inasmuch as it is put in God's bookas the utterance of God's inspired prophet, it is a part of God's word, and it is warranted to be most true. "He hath tornand he will heal." Go and put your finger on this text and say, "Lord, thou hast torn me, and it iswritten in thy word, 'He will heal us;'"
"Lord, I know thou canst not lie,
Heal my soul or else I die."
Put you your finger on the next-"He will bind us up." Say, "Lord, I do not deserve it; I deserve only to perish, but thenthou hast said thou wilt do it, be as good as thy word. Lord, here is a poor sinner near despair, he comes to thee, bind up his broken heart;give him peace;"-and soul, the everlasting hills shall bow, the hoary deep shall itself be burned up, and earth's foundationshall be removed, but God's word shall never pass away, nor shall his promisefail in one single case. Only believe the promise; receive the promise, and this very day, poor broken heart, he willheal thy wounds, and thou shalt have joy and peace in believing through Jesus Christ our Lord.
III. I shall not detain you much longer, but I have now the third point to dwell on upon which earnestly. And O Spirit of the living God bless these words, Jesu, do thou woo hearts to thyself whilst we seek to will them to thylove.
And now I would come LOVINGLY TO PERSUADE YOU, and the persuasion I would use is this-"Come, let us return unto the Lord." Do you see it! The prophet does not say, "Go," but "Come;" he does not say, "Go you," but "Come, let us." Poor soul, thou sayest there is none like thyself; behold I take my place side-by-side with thee. Art thou a sinner? So amI. Dost thou deserve God's wrath? So do I. Hast thou gone very far astray? So have I. Come, letus return, let us go together. Or if that comfort thee not enough, let me tell thee I have gone as thou now art; as despairing,perhaps more so; as cast down, perhaps worse, but I have found him to be a loving Saviour, a blessed Saviour, willing andable to save to the uttermost. Soul, come and try him, come and try him. My brothers and sisters in Christ in Christ rejectyou when you came to him? You were as bad as others, some in you were worse, did he reject you? I am sure that if Ishould ask it there would be not one thousand here but a vast company, who would rise and say, "I sought the Lord andhe heard me, this poor man cried, and the Lord heard me and delivered me from all my fears." Soul, come, let us return. He saved me; he will save you.
"Tell it unto sinners tell
I am, I am saved from hell."
If he could and would save one, why not another; and if the thousands of Israel, why not poor sinful you?
Then, that I may persuade you further, let me remind you that to return to God is not a cruel request to you. He does notask you to perform a pilgrimage and blister your weary feet, or to thrust an iron in your back and swing yourself aloft asdoes the Hindoo, he asks you not to lie on a bed of spikes or starve yourself till you can count your bones. He asks no sufferingof you, for Christ has suffered for you. All he asks is than you would return to him, and what isthat? That you would be unfeignedly sorry for your past sin, that you would ask his grace to keep you from it in the future,that you would now believe in Christ who is set forth to be the propitiation for sin, that through faith in his blood youmay see your sin for ever put away and all your iniquity cancelled. That is neither a hard nor a cruel demand. It is for yourgood as well as for his glory. O Spirit of God, make the sinner now willing to repent and to believe in Christ.
But, yet again, remember the comfortable fruits which will surely follow if you return. What would you think if I could showyou yourself within a week? There he stands; he is singing-
"A debtor to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I sing;
Nor fear with thy righteousness on,
My person and offering to bring.
The terrors of law and of God,
With me can have nothing to do;
My Saviour's obedience and blood,
Hide all my transgressions from view."
What man is that? Why, that is the man who came in here last Sunday morning, and said he was utterly lost. He heard the ministerexhort him to trust Christ, and he did it, and that is where he is standing now. He has been brought up out of a horriblepit, and out of the miry clay, and his feet are set upon a rock. "If I thought that would be the case," saith one, "I wouldtry it." My dear sir, you need not think it will be the case. God promises-and he cannotlie-"He that believeth and is baptized," he does not say, "may be," but "shall be saved," and God's "shalls" and "wills" do not play with men; but he speaks them in real earnestness. "Whosoever calleth uponthe name of the Lord, shall be saved." Dare you say that this is not true? "No," say you, "it is undoubtedly true." Well,then, if you call upon the name of the Lord you shall be saved, or else the promise is false. Again, "though your sins beas scarlet, they shall be as wool;though they be red like crimson, they Enroll be whiter than snow." Do you believe that? Is it not a promise made to thepenitent who casts himself at the feet of Jesus? Very well, try it personally, and if you cast yourself there, either thisbook must be withdrawn, and God must change, Christ's blood must lose its power, and God must un-God himself, or else he mustand will save you. Oh! that there were such a heart in you, and such a mind towards God, that you would now say, "I do believe;Iwill believe; I trust my Saviour with my soul." This done, you are saved.
Once more, may I not plead with you to return to God, because of the precious love of Christ? Love, I know, has great powerto move. You will remember how in that wonderful book, "Uncle Tom's Cabin," there is a singular instance of the power of love.Miss Ophelia had been laboring to train up that wicked girl biopsy, but she would not learn anything, though Miss Opheliatried to make her say the Assembly's Catechism, in order that she might know all about it. But one day,Eva, the little five, (the very gospel incarnate, just as Miss Ophelia was the picture of the law,) sits down by her side,and says to her, "Topsy, why will be so naughty; what is it makes you so wicked?" "Miss Eva," says Topsy, "it aren't no useany being good nobody loves me." The little girl puts her arm round her neck and kisses her, saying. "Why I love you, Topsy,and it grieves me very much to see you so naughty." "Oh!" said Topsy, "I will try to be good if you will but love me." Lovehadwon the poor child, and had subdued her. Well, now, perhaps you are saying, "If Christ would but say he would love me,I think I could repent that I ever sinned against him; I think I would be willing to give him my heart." Soul, if that iswhat you say, he does love you. He loved you and gave himself for you. Behold his cross-is there better proof of love thanthat? See his flowing wounds; hear how he groans; behold him dying! "It is a faithful saying and worthy of all acceptationthatChrist Jesus came into the world to save sinners," and he saves them because he loves them. Oh! if that love will wooyou, it is indeed in plenteous abundance flowing down to you now. "Ah! well," you say, "I cannot do enough for him." If thatbe true, I am glad you have got as far as that, and I have finished when I have told you an anecdote which I trust will dous all good.
A missionary was preaching to the Maori tribe of the New Zealanders. He had been truing them of the suffering love of Christ,how he had poured forth his soul unto death for them; and as he concluded, the hills rung to the thrilling question-"Is itnothing to an who pass by? Behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto his Borrow?" Then stood forth a plumed and paintedchief, the scarred warrior of a thousand fights, and as his lips quivered with suppressed emotion,he spoke. "And did the Son of the Highest suffer all this for us men? Then the Indian chief would like to offer him somepoor return for his great love. Would the Son of God deign to accept the Indian's hunting dog? Swift of foot and keen of scentthe tribe has not such another, and he has been to the Indian as a friend." But the missionary told him that the Son of Godhad need of no such gifts as these. Thinking he had mistaken the gift he resumed-"Yet perchance he would accept the Indian'srifle? Unerring of aim, the chief cannot replace it." Again the missionary shook his head. For a moment the chief paused;then as a new thought struck him, suddenly despoiling himself of his striped blanket he cried with childlike earnestness,"Perhaps he who had not where to lay his head will yet accept the chieftain's blanket. The poor Indian will be cold without it, yet it is offered joyfully." Touched bylove's persistency, the missionary tried to explain to him the real nature ofthe Son of God; that it was not men's gifts but men's hearts that he yearned for. For a moment a cloud of grief darkenedthe granite features of the old chief; then as the true nature of the Son of God slowly dawned upon him, casting aside hisblanket and rifle he clasped his hands, and looking right up into the blue sky, his face beaming with joy, he exclaimed-"Perhapsthe Son of the Blessed One will deign to accept the poor Indian himself!"
Is that what you say this morning? You would give Christ this, and that, and the other. Soul, give him your heart. Say tohim now,
"Jesus, I love thy charming name,
'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven might hear."
And then it is done; the compact is concluded; the work is over; thou art in the arms of Christ, thou lovest him and he lovesthee. He wounded but he has healed; he killed thee but he has made thee alive. Go in peace; thou art loved much; thy sin whichare many are all forgiven thee."