Sermon 431. A Secret And Yet No Secret

A SERMON DELIVERED ON SUNDAY MORNING, JANUARY 26, 1862, BY REV. C. H. SPURGEON, AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON.

"A garden enclosed is My sister, My spouse; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed." "A fountain of gardens, a well of livingwaters and streams from Lebanon." Song of Solomon 4:12,15.

OBSERVE the sweet titles with which Christ, the Husband, addresses His Church the bride. "My sister," one near to Me by tiesof nature. My next of kin, born of the same mother, partaker of the same sympathies. My spouse, nearest and dearest, unitedto Me by the most tender bands of love-Mysweet companion, part of My own Self. My sister, by My Incarnation, which makes Me bone of your bone and flesh of your flesh.My spouse, by heavenly betrothal in which I have espoused you unto Myself in righteousness. My sister, whom I knew of oldand over whom I watched from herearliest infancy. My spouse, taken from among the daughters, embraced by arms of love and affianced unto Me forever.

See, my Brethren, how true is it that our royal kinsman is not ashamed of us, for He dwells with manifest delight upon thistwofold relationship. Be not, O Beloved, slow to return the hallowed flame of His love. We have the word "My" twice in ourversion. As if Christ dwelt with rapture on Hispossession of His Church. "His delights were with the sons of men," because those sons of men were His. He, the Shepherd,sought the sheep, because they were His sheep. He lit the candle and swept the house, because it was His money that was lost.He has gone about "to seek and tosave that which was lost," because that which was lost was His long before it was lost to itself or lost to Him.

The Church is the exclusive portion of her Lord's-none else may claim a partnership, or pretend to share her love. Jesus,Your Church delights to have it so! Let every believing soul drink solace out of these wells. Soul, Christ is near to youin ties of relationship! Christ is dear to you inbonds of marriage union and you are dear to Him. Behold, He grasps both of your hands with both His own, saying, "My sister,My spouse." Mark the two sacred holdfasts by which your Lord gets such a double hold of you that He neither can, nor will,ever let you go. Do you say in yourheart this morning, "My Brother, my Husband?" Seek to be near to Him in nature-to be like your Brother, an eon of God. Andto be near to Him in fellowship-that you may know Him and have fellowship with Him, being conformable unto His death.

Leaving this porch of cedar, let us enter the palace. Observe the contrast which the two verses present to us. I think thatthe Spirit of God intends that the verses should be understood as we intend to use them this morning. But even if we shouldbe mistaken as to the precise interpretation of thepassage in its connection, we shall not err in enlisting so beautiful a string of metaphors in the service of the Truthof God.

You know, Beloved, there are two works of the Holy Spirit within us. The first is when He puts into us the living waters.The next is when He enables us to pour forth streams of the same living waters in our daily life. Our blessed Lord expressedwhat we mean, when on that great day of the feast,He cried, saying, "If any man thirst, let him come unto Me and drink. He that believes on Me, as the Scripture has said,out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water. This spoke He of the Spirit, which they that believe on Him should receive."

The Spirit of God first implants in us the new nature. This is His work-to regenerate us, to put into us the new principle,the life of God in Christ. Then next, He gives us power to send forth that life in gracious emanations of holiness of life,of devoutness of communion with God, oflikeness to Christ, of conformity to His image. The streams are as much of the Holy Spirit as the fountain itself. He digsthe well and He afterwards, with heavenly rain, fills the pools. He first of all makes the stream in the desert to flow fromthe flinty rock, and afterwards,out of His infinite supplies, He feeds the stream and bids it follow us all our days.

I was pleased to find a quotation the other day, from one of the early fathers, which contains in it views I have frequentlyexpressed to you-"The true Believer is composed of body, soul, and the Holy Spirit." After the greatest research, eminentmental philosophers have given up all idea ofa third principle which they can discover in man, as man.

They can find nothing but the body and the soul. But, rest assured that as there is a certain something in the vegetable whichwe call vegetable life, as there is a sensitive substance which makes animal life, as there is a mysterious subsistence developedas mental life, so there is some real,substantial, Divine principle forming spiritual life.

The Believer has three principles, the body, the soul, and the indwelling Spirit, which is none other than the Holy Spiritof God, which abides in the faithful continually. Just such a relationship as the soul bears to the body, does the spiritbear to the soul. As the body without the soul isdead, so the soul without the Spirit is dead in trespasses and sins. As the body without the soul is dead naturally, sothe soul without the Spirit is dead spiritually.

And, contrary to the general teaching of modern theologians, we insist upon it that the Spirit of God not only renovates thefaculties which were there already, but does actually implant a new principle-that He does not merely set to rights a machinerywhich had before gone awry, but implantsa new life which could not have been there. It is not a waking up of dormant faculties-it is the infusion of a supernaturalSpirit to which the natural heart is an utter stranger.

Now, we think the first verse, to a great extent, sets forth the secret and mysterious work of the Holy Spirit in the creationof the new man in the soul. Into this secret no eye of man can look. The inner life in the Christian may well be comparedto an enclosed garden-to a spring shutup-to a fountain sealed. But the second verse sets forth the manifest effects of Divine Grace, for no sooner is that lifegiven than it begins to show itself. No sooner is the mystery of righteousness in the heart, than, like the mystery of iniquity,it "does already work."

It cannot lie still. It cannot be idle. It must not rest. But, as God is ever active, so this God-like principle is active,too. Thus you have a picture of the outer life, proceeding from the inner. "A fountain of gardens, a well of living watersand streams from Lebanon." The first is what theChristian is before God. The next is what the Christian will become before men. The first is the blessedness which he receivesin himself. The next is the blessedness which he diffuses to others.

We will begin, then, where God the Holy Spirit begins with us, when He enters the recesses of the heart and breathes the secretlife.

I. With regard to the first text. You will clearly perceive that in each of the three metaphors you have very plainly theidea of secrecy. There is a garden. A garden is a place where trees have been planted by a skillful hand. They are nurturedand tended with care, and fruit is expected by itsowner. Such is the Church-such is each renewed soul. But it is a garden enclosed and so enclosed that one cannot see overits walls-so shut out from the world's wilderness that the passerby must not enter it. It is so protected from all intrusionthat it is a guardedParadise-as secret as was that inner place, the holy of holies-within the tabernacle of old.

The Church-and mark, when I say the Church, the same is true of each individual Christian-is set forth, next, as a spring."A spring"-the mother of sweet draughts of refreshing water, reaching down into some impenetrable caverns and bubbling upwith perennial supplies from thegreat deeps. Not a mere cistern, which contains only, but a fresh spring, which through an inward principle within, begets,continues, overflows. But then, it is a spring shut up-just as there were springs in the East, over which an edifice was built,so that none could reachthe springs save those who knew the secret entrance-so is the heart of a Believer when it is renewed by Divine Grace. Thereis a mysterious life within which no human skill can touch.

And then, it is said to be a fountain. But it is a fountain sealed. The outward stones may be discovered, but the door issealed, so that no man can get into the hidden springs. They are altogether hidden and hidden, too, by a royal will and decreeof which the seal is the emblem. I say the idea isvery much that of secrecy. Now, such is the inner life of the Christian. It is a secret which no other man knows, no, whichthe very man who is the possessor of it cannot tell to his neighbor. "The wind blows where it lists and you hear the soundthereof but can not tell from whereit comes or where it goes. So is everyone that is born of the Spirit."

There are mysteries in nature so profound that we only label them with some hard name and leave them-and all the knowledgethat we have about them is that they are beyond the reach of man. But what are they? What are those mysterious impulses whichlink distant worlds with one another? Whatis the real essence of that power which flashes along the electric wire? What is the very substance of that awful forcewhich rives the oak, or splits the spire? We do not know. These are mysteries.

And even if we could enter these caverns of knowledge, if we could penetrate the secret chamber of nature, if we could climbthe lofty tree of knowledge till we found the nest where the callow principles of nature as yet unfledged are lying- eventhen we could not find out where that hiddenlife is. It is a something-as certainly a something as the natural life of man. It is a reality-not a dream, not a delusion-itis as real (though far more Divine) as that "vital spark" which we say is "of heavenly flame." But though real, it is notin itselfperceptible by human senses. It is so hidden from the eyes of men who have it not, that they do not believe in its existence.

"Oh," they say, "there is no difference between a Christian and another man. There may sometimes be a little difference inhis outward acts, but as to his being the possessor of another life, the idea is silly." As to the regenerate being men ofa distinct race of beings, as much above mannaturally as man is above the brute beasts-carnal men would scorn to acknowledge. They cannot make this out. How can they?It is a spring shut up. It is a fountain sealed. No, and the Christian himself, though he feels the throbbing of the greatlife-force within, though hefeels the perpetual bubbling up of the ever-living fountain, yet he does not know what it is. It is a mystery to him, too.

He knows it came there once upon a time-perhaps he knows the instrumentality by which it came. But what it was he cannot tell."One thing I know, whereas I was blind now I see. Whereas I once loved sin I now hate it. Whereas I had no thoughts afterGod and Christ, now my heart is wholly setupon Divine things." This he can say. But how it came about, he does not know. Only God did it-did it in some mysteriousway, by an agency which it is utterly impossible for him to detect. There are even times when the Christian himself findsthis well so shut up that hecannot see it himself- and he is led to doubt about it. "Oh," says he, "I question whether the life of God is in me at all."

I know some have scoffed at the idea of a Christian's being alive, and at the same time doubting his spiritual existence.But however great a paradox it may seem, it is, nevertheless, a mournful truth in our experience. That spring, I say, is sometimesshut up even to ourselves and that fountain isso fast sealed, that although it is as really there as when we could drink of it, and the garden is as truly there as whenwe refreshed ourselves among its spicy beds, yet we cannot find any solace in it.

There have been times, when if we could have the world for it, we could not discover a spark of love in our hearts towardsGod-no, not a grain of faith. Yet He could see our love when our blind eyes could not, and He could honor our faith even whenwe feared we had none. There have beenmoments when, if Heaven and Hell depended on our possession of full assurance, we certainly must have been lost-for notonly had we no full assurance but we had scarcely any faith. Children of light do walk in darkness-there are times when theysee not theirsigns-when for three days neither sun nor moon appears.

There are periods when their only cry is, "My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?" There is little wonder about this whenwe see how secret, how impalpable, how indiscernible by eye, or touch, or human intellect, is the Spirit of God within us.It is little wonder that sometimes flesh and bloodshould fail to know whether the life of God is in us at all. "A garden enclosed, a spring shut up, a fountain sealed."

A second thought is written upon the surface of the text. Here you see not only secrecy but separation. That also runs throughthe three figures. It is a garden but it is a garden enclosed-altogether shut out from the surrounding heaths and commons-enclosedwith briars and hedged withthorns, which are impassable by the wild beasts. There is a gate through which the great husbandman, himself, can come.But there is also a gate which shuts out all those who would only rob the keeper of the vineyard of his rightful fruit.

There is separation in the spring, also. It is not the common spring, of which every passerby may drink. It is one so keptand preserved distinct from men, that no lip may touch, no eye may even see, its secret. It is a something which the strangerdoesn't interfere with. It is a life which theworld cannot give and cannot take away. All through, you see, there is a separateness, a distinctness. If it is ranged withsprings, still it is a spring especially shut up. If it is put with fountains, still it is a fountain bearing a particularmark-a king's royalseal-so that all can perceive that this is not a general fountain but a fountain that has a proprietor and stands especiallyalone by itself.

So is it with the spiritual life. It is a separate thing. The chosen of God, we know, were separated in the eternal decree.Their names were written in a different book from the rest of men. The Book of Life records their names, and none but theirs.They were separated by God in the day ofredemption, when Christ redeemed them from among men, out of every kindred and nation and tribe. They are separated dayby day by Divine Providence, for the fiery pillar gives light to them, while it is darkness to the Egyptians.

But their separation, so far as they can most clearly see it, must be a separation caused by the possession of the life whichothers have not. I fear there are some professed Christians who have never realized this. They are a garden. One could hardlyspeak ill of their character, their carriage isexcellent, their deportment amiable. Their good works commend them before men, but still they are not separate from sinners.In vital essential distinction they have little manifest share. Their speech may be half of Canaan but the other half is ofAshdod. They may bring unto Godthank-offerings but there is a niche in their house for Baal, too.

They have not yet heard the cry, "Come you out of here, My people, that you be not partakers of her plagues." Not yet hasthe mandate of the Prophet rung in their ears, "Depart you, depart you, go you out from here, be you clean that bear the vesselsof the Lord." They are a garden, but they arenot a garden walled round. Oh, how many we have in this day of this kind! They can come to the Church, they can go to theworld-they can talk as God's people talk-and they can murmur as the rebellious murmur. They understand well the gift of prayer,but they understandlittle of the secret of the inner life of devotion.

Brothers and Sisters, if you and I have ever received that third, that noble, that Divine principle, the life of God, intoour souls, it will be utterly impossible for us to feel at home with the men of the world. No, we shall say, "without thecamp" must be my place, bearing His reproach.Sometimes, indeed, we shall not feel at home with the professing Church, we shall be constrained to even come out of her,if we would follow the Lord fully. Yes, and there are sacred seasons when we shall be so enclosed that we shall not be atease in any society, however select,for our souls will pine for sweet solitude, secret communion, hidden embraces. We shall be compelled to walk alone withChrist.

The garden will be shut up even from other gardens, distinct even from other places where Christ walks. Oh, there will beperiods with your soul, if it is renewed, when you must be alone, when the face of man will disturb you-and when only theface of Jesus can be company to you. I would notgive a farthing for that man's spiritual life who can live altogether with others. If you do not sometimes feel that youmust be a garden enclosed, that you must enter into your closet and shut the door. If you do not feel seasons when the societyof your dearest friend is animpediment, and when the face of your sweetest relation would but be a cloud between you and Christ, I cannot understandyou.

Be you, O children of Christ, as chaste virgins kept alone for Christ! Gad you not abroad, O my Heart, but stay at home withJesus, your Lover, your Lord, your All. Shut up your gates, O my Heart, to all company but His. O my sweet well-spring ofdelights, be shut up to every lip but His, and O youfountain of the issues of my heart, be you sealed only for Him-that He may come and drink, and drink again, and take sweetsolace in you-your soul being His, and His alone.

In the third place, it is worthy of a more distinct remark that you have in the text the idea of sacredness. The garden enclosedis walled up that it may be sacred to its owner. The spring shut up is preserved for the use of some special person. And thefountain sealed more eminently still bearsthe mark of being sacred to some distinguished personage. Travelers have said that they have discovered gardens of Solomonwhich were of old enclosed where the king privately walked and they have also found wells of most deliciously cold water,which has been dexterously covered, sothat no person unacquainted with the stone in the wall, which might revolve, or might be removed, could have found the entranceto the spring.

At the foot of some lofty range of mountains a reservoir receives the cooling streams which flow from melted snows. This reservoirwas carefully guarded and shut out from all common entrance, in order that the king, alone, might enter there and might refreshhimself during the scorching heat. Nowsuch is the Christian's heart. It is a spring kept for Christ. Oh, I would that it were always so! Oh, how often do we pollutethe Lord's altar! How frequently, my Soul, do you let in intruders? Alas, how common it is for us to be feasting other friendsand shutting the door againstHim.

How often do we keep Him waiting in the street, while we are entertaining some barbarian who is passing by, who offers ushis kiss but is meanwhile stabbing us with his right hand? Christian Brothers and Sisters, I appeal to your experience. Haveyou not to mourn frequently that you are not so muchfor Christ as you could wish to be? Though you recognize the truth of the text-you are not your own but are bought witha price-do you feel its force as you ought to do, in the actions which you perform for Christ? Are they all wholly for Him?Could you take for yourmotto, "All for

Jesus"?

Could you feel that, whether you buy or sell, whether you read or pray, whether you go out in the world or come back to yourhome, that Jesus, only, is the one Object on whom your heart is set and for whom your life is spent? Blessed are they, thosevirgin souls, who where ever the Lamb does lead,from

His footsteps never depart! Thrice happy are they who wear the white robe unsoiled by contact with the world! Thrice blessedare they who can say, "Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His lips, for His love is better than wine!" Every Christian shouldfeel that he is God's man-that he hasGod's stamp on him-and he should be able to say with Paul, "From henceforth let no man trouble me, for I bear in my bodythe marks of the Lord Jesus."

But I think there is another idea prominent and it is that of security-security to the inner life. "A garden enclosed." Thewild boar out of the wood shall not break in there, neither shall the little foxes spoil the vines. "A fountain shut up."The bulls of Bashan shall not muddy her streamswith their furious feet-neither shall the wild beast of Lebanon come there to drink. "A fountain sealed." No putrid streamsshall foul her springs. Her water shall be kept clear and living. Her fountains shall never be filled up with stones. Oh,how sure and safe is the innerlife of the Believer!

Satan does not know where it is, for "our life is hid with Christ." The world cannot touch it. It seeks to overthrow it withtroubles, and trials, and persecutions, but we are covered with the eternal wings and are safe from fear of evil. How canearthly trials reach the Spirit? As well might a mantry to strike a soul with a stone, as to destroy the Spirit with afflictions. Surely in the floods of great waters theyshall not come near unto Him. He has placed us in the secret place of the tabernacles of the Most High. In His pavilion hasHe hidden us and in a high rock has Hesecured us. As a castle preserves the besieged and as the ramparts keep those who find refuge behind them, even so munitionsof stupendous rock your dwelling place shall be.

"Who is he that shall harm you," when God is your protector? "No weapon that is formed against you shall prosper and everytongue that rises against you in judgment shall You condemn." No temptation shall be able to destroy the purity of the lifewithin. No crushing weights of doubts shall be ableto take away the vital principle from that new source of strength. If all the powers of earth and Hell could combine, andin their uttermost fury, assault the Spirit in its weakest hour, that immortal principle must still exist-it would boldlydefy them all and triumph overevery one of them. For He who gave it pledged His life for its preservation.

The Spirit in the Christian is a spark of the Godhead and till the Godhead dies, the Christian's inner life can never expire.We are immortal, even though we are mortal. Within this outward crust that perishes there is a soul which endures and withinthat soul which endures there is a somethingwhich might outlast even the soul itself-a part of the Being of God, the indwelling Holy One of Israel, who is Himself mostsurely Divine. "God dwells in us and we in Him." We are one with Christ, even as Christ is one with the Father, and thereforeas imperishable throughChrist's life as Christ Himself. Truly may we rejoice in the fact that "because He lives we shall live also."

Once more only. I think in looking at the text you receive the thought of unity. You notice, it is but one garden-"a gardenenclosed." "A garden." It is but one spring and that is shut up. It is but one fountain. So the inner life of the Christianis but one. There is the old life which stillsurvives-that old death, rather-the body of sin and death, struggling against the Law of life which God has put into Hismembers, but this has no kinship with the Life Divine. It is alone and knows no relationship with earth. There is but oneLife for allChristians-either we have it, or we are dead. There are degrees of operation but it is the same God.

There are differences of administration, but it is the same Spirit that quickens. We may not, all of us, have "one Lord, onefaith and one Baptism." I wish we had. I would that the two Baptisms would cease, and that once again the Church would recognizeand practice the Baptism of Believers. But wedo have one Spirit, otherwise we are not Christians. I may dissent myself as much as I please from another man who is inChrist-I cannot do that, however, without sin. But dissociate myself as I may, I must be one with him, for the Life that isin him is in me. The same Lifewhich quickens me, if I am in Christ, dwells also in him.

When I hear strict communion talked of, it reminds me of a little finger which was washed very clean, and therefore thoughtthe rest of the body too filthy to have fellowship with it. So it took a piece of red tape and bound it tightly round itself,that the life-blood might not flow from itselfinto the rest of the body. What do you think, Brethren? Why, as long as that little finger was itself alive, the pulsationsand the motions of the blood went from it to all the rest of the body, and that little piece of red tape was but a ridiculoussham. It did not affect anything.It had no influence. It only enabled the little finger boastfully to glory and perhaps to earn for itself the sad distinction-"Theseare they that separate themselves." But the blood flowed on unimpeded and the nerves and sinews felt the common life-throbstill.

They forgot, when they denied fellowship in the outward act of eating bread and drinking wine, that the essential spirit ofcommunion was far too spiritual to be thus restrained-it had overleaped their boundary and was gone! The only way in whicha Christian can leave off communing with allother Christians is by leaving off being a Christian. Thus can the finger leave off communing with the rest of the body-byrotting away and no way else, as long as it is alive.

Communion is the life-blood of the soul. The Holy Spirit is the Spirit that quickens the body of the Church and that HolySpirit will go into every member. You may try to check Him by Church decrees, or to stop Him by your trust-deeds and yourordinances, that such-and-such a Church shall never beloosed from the bands of ancestral bigotry. But, by God's Grace, the Church's life will beat freely through all the membersof the Church's fellowship-and communion will go to all who are in Christ.

There is but one garden, but one spring, but one sealed fountain. And if you have it in your heart and I have it in mine,there is a relationship between you and me that is as near as if you and I had the same soul, for you and I have the sameSpirit. If you could imagine two bodies quickened bythe very same mind, what a close connection would that be! But here are hundreds of bodies, hundreds of souls, quickenedby the same Spirit. Brethren, not only ought we to love one another, but the love of Christ constrains us, so that we cannotresist the impulse. We do, indeed,love each other in Christ Jesus.

II. I shall now need your attention, while with brevity I try to open the second text, which presents a decided contrast,because it deals not so much with the inner life as with the active life which goes abroad into all the deeds of the Christianin the world and is the natural outgoing of thelife within.

First, notice that in contradistinction to our first thought of secrecy, you have in the text manifestation. "A fountain ofgardens." Everybody can see a fountain which runs streaming through many gardens, making deserts fertile. "A well of livingwaters." Whatever the traveler does not see, whenhe is riding along on a thirsty day, he is sure to see the fountain. If there is one anywhere, he is certain to observeit. "And streams from Lebanon." So that any passerby in the valley, looking up the side of the mountain, will see by the clustersof trees which skirt the streamwhere the stream is.

Or, if it is a smaller brook, just as sometimes in Cumberland and Westmoreland, on a rainy day you see the mountain suddenlymarked with streaks of silver all down its brown sides, where the brooks are rippling-so the Christian becomes like the streamsleaping down Lebanon's steep sides,clearly perceived even from a distance-manifest to the most casual observer.

Now, Brethren, this is what you and I ought to be. No man ought to court publicity for his virtue, or notoriety for his zeal.But, at the same time, it is a sin to be always seeking to hide that which God has bestowed upon us for the good of others.A Christian is not to be a city in avalley-he is to be "a city set upon a hill." He is not to be a candle put under a bushel, but a candle in a candlestick,giving light to all. Retirement may be lovely in the eyes of some, and the hiding of oneself is doubtless a blessed thing,but the hiding of Christ in uscan never be justified. The keeping back of the Truth of God which is precious to ourselves, is a sin against our kind,and an offense against God.

Those of you who are of a nervous temperament and of retired habits of life, must take care that you do not too much indulgeyour natural propensity, lest you should be useless to the Church. Seek in the name of Him who was not ashamed of you to dosome little violence to your feelings and tell toothers what Christ has told you. Keep not the secret-it is too precious-it too much concerns the vital interests of man.Speak, if you can, not with trumpet tongue, yet speak with a still small voice! If the pulpit must not be your tribune, ifthe press may not carry onits wings your words, yet say, as Peter and John did, "Silver and gold have I none, but such as I have give I unto you."

And speak, too, as you can-gently to ones, if not loudly to twenties-quietly to twos, if not publicly to scores. By Sychar'sWell talk to the Samaritan woman, if you cannot on the mountain preach the sermon. In the house, if not in the temple. Inthe field, if not upon the exchange. Inthe midst of your own household, if you cannot in the midst of the great family of man. At any rate, hide not your talent-wrapit not up. "It is but one," you say. So much the more reason why you should make the greater use of that one. Conceal it not-bringitout-trade with it. And so you shall multiply the talent and you shall bring in good interest to your Lord and Master.

The inner life is secret-mind that you have this inner mystery. But out of the secret emanates the manifest. The darknessbecomes the mother of light. From the dark mines comes the blazing coal. Oh, see to it that from all that is hidden, and secret,and mysterious, there comes out the plainand the manifest, that men may see the holiness, truthfulness, and zeal of God in your life!

But clearly enough, again, we have in the second text, in opposition to the separation of the first, diffusiveness. The gardenwas enclosed before. Now it is "a fountain of gardens." The well was shut up, now it is a well of living waters. Before wehad the fountain sealed, now we have streamsdashing down the sides of Lebanon. So a Christian is to be separate in his inner life. But in the outer manifestations ofthat inner life, he is to mingle for good among his fellow men. It was usual in Romish countries for women who wished to beespecially holy, to make recluses ofthemselves.

In the Church of St. Roche, in Paris, there was a small building erected on the side of the Church. The only opening was alittle grating, through which the necessities of life were passed. Within this narrow cell, there lived for eighty years anddied, I think, at the age of ninety-six, a womandoubtless devout but certainly superstitious. There she passed her life. The only sound she heard was the tramp of the worshippersupon the Church pavement and the chant of the daily service. But she lived there, thinking she was serving God by being separatefrom men.

That is not the separation of the New Testament. We are to be separate from sinners, as Christ was, and whoever went amongsinners more than He did? We are to be healthy, and by that health separate from the leper. We are to be clean, and by thatcleanness separate from the filthy. But we are to goamong them. We are to visit. We are to distribute ourselves what Christ has given to us. If we keep ourselves altogetherapart, we shall be useless to our fellow men. We shall be like stagnant pools-we shall grow putrid by degrees. We must letthe streams flow abroad. We mustseek to give to others what Christ has given to us.

Now, some of you who keep yourselves separate in that sense, may I beg you to see if there is no mission of mercy for you?Go out among them as physicians in the midst of the sick, as torchbearers in the midst of darkness. Go out as losers of thebonds among the captives. As openers of prison doorsamong those that are bound and He who has given you the true principle within, which is, and must be shut up, will blessthe outgoings of your zeal, both in the morning and in the evening, and cause that, watering others, your own soul shall bewatered, too.

Briefly we are obliged to speak on each of these points. But notice, thirdly, that in opposition to the sacredness of thefirst text we have in the second verse an unlimited freeness, especially in that last expression-"streams from Lebanon." Whatcan be freer than the brook, which leapsalong the mountainside? There the bird wets its wings. There the red deer comes to drink, and even that wild beast of Lebanon,of which we read in the Book of the Kings, comes there and without let or hindrance slakes its thirst. What can be freer thanthe rivulet singing withliquid notes flowing down the glen?

It belongs to no one. It is free to all. Whosoever passes by, whether peer or peasant, may stoop there and refresh himselffrom the mountain stream. So is it with you, Christian. Carry about with you a piety which you do not wish to keep for yourself.A light loses none of its own luster whenothers are lit by its flame. Remember, you shall earn riches by giving riches and in this sense giving away shall be anincrease of your wealth! I know some who are in an ill sense, like fountains shut up. They love the doctrine of election butthere is one doctrine they love betterand that is, the doctrine of exclusion.

They love to think they are shut in, but they feel quite as much delight that others are shut out. Their conversation is alwaysflavored with the thought of shutting others out. They are told that in such-and-such a Church there has been a large increase.Well, they hope they are genuine-bywhich they mean that they do not believe they are. A young Believer begins to tell them something of his joys. Well, theydon't like to be too fast in pronouncing an opinion-by which they mean they would not like one more to get in than should,and they are half afraid thatperhaps some may overstep the bounds of election and get saved who should not be.

Well, Brethren, I love the doctrine of election. I love to think that the garden is enclosed, but I love in my own life toexemplify the equally precious Truth of God of the freeness of the Gospel. So that if I speak to any it shall not be to discouragethem, but to encourage them-not to say,"Get you gone!" But "Come, and welcome!" Depart, you cursed," is nothing to do with me-my business is to say, "Come, youblessed." I would rather go to the door and say, "Come in, you blessed of the Lord, why do you stand outside?" than slam itin a sinner's face with, "Whathave you to do here?"

No, we must be shut up in the inner life. But let every wall be broken down as to the outer life. We must be hidden springswithin, but let us be sweetly flowing rivulets without-giving drink to every passerby.

And not to detain you long, you will notice that, while we had in the other text the idea of security, in connection withthat, we have here, in this text, the idea of approach. The garden was shut up-that was to keep it. There are no walls here,so that all may come to it. The streams wereshut up before. Here it is an open well. The fountain was sealed in the first verse-here it is a flowing stream. All thisis to teach us this-the way God keeps His people in security is not by shutting out their enemies from attacking them. Butwhile laying them open totemptation and attack, He yet sustains them.

It is not much to preserve oneself behind a wall which cannot be scaled. But to stand where arrows are flying thick as hail,where lances are being pushed with fury, where the sword-cuts are falling on every part-to stand, I say, invulnerable, invincible,immortal-this is to wear aDivine Life which cannot be conquered by human power! Such is the Christian. We are to pray, "lead us not into temptation."But indeed, we often are tempted, notwithstanding our prayer. God will put us where we must be tempted-put us where we mustbe tried-if we are nottried, there is no honor to Him. And if we are not tempted, then where is the glory to the Divine Grace that delivers usout of temptations?

The Lord does not put His plants into a hot-house, as some gardeners do. No, He sets them out in the open air and if the frostis coming, He says, "Ah, but no frost can kill them and they will be all the sturdier in the summer, for the cold in the winter."He does not shelter them, either, from theheat of the sun, or from the cold of night-for in this world we must have tribulation and we must have much of it, too-forit is through much tribulation we inherit the kingdom. But what God does to His people is this. He keeps them in tribulation,preserves them intemptation and brings them joyfully out of all their trials.

So, Christian, you may rejoice in your security. But you must not think that you are not to be attacked. You are a streamfrom Lebanon, to be dashed down many a cascade, to be broken over many a rough rock, to be stopped up with many a huge stone,to be impeded by many a fallen tree. But you are todash forward with the irresistible force of God, sweeping everything away, till you find at last the place where shall beyour perfect rest.

And last of all, in opposition to the unity of which I spoke, we have in our second text great diversity. You have "a fountain,"not of a garden but "of gardens." You have a well but it is a well of living waters. You have not a stream but streams-streamsfrom Lebanon. So a Christian is to dogood in all sorts of ways and his fruits are to be of many kinds. He is to be like the trees of Paradise, which bear twelvemanner of fruits. The Christian is to have all sorts of Divine Graces. "Whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely,whatever things are of goodrepute," he is to have all these.

It is an old proverb that a man may have too many irons in the fire. But it depends upon what fire it is. For if it is God'sfire, put all the irons in it. A man may attempt too much, they say-but not for Christ. If you should attempt great thingsand have great faith, you shall succeed inall that you attempt. There seems to be a fear among some Christian men either of doing too much themselves, or lettingother people do too much. And I know some to whom that text might almost be applied, "They have the key of the kingdom ofHeaven but they neither enter themselvesand they that would, they hinder."

Not content to refuse the burden for themselves-they will not even touch it with one of their little fingers-but they discourageothers from carrying the burden, too. Well, we are not afraid as these are. Blessed be God, if there is a trench to be filledup, let us struggle about whoshall lead the way. If there is a rampart to be climbed, if there is no other man to throw the irons over with the scaling-ladder,let your minister attempt the deed and lead the van, for he is well assured that there are many here who would jostle withhim and say, "Let me gofirst. Let me serve my Master. Let me live or let me die, if I may but glorify Him."

What? Bring forth for Christ a little shriveled cluster? Climb to the topmost bough-to a cluster which the very birds of Heavenwill not deign to touch, because it is too little even for their appetites? No! Rather let us have every bough weighed downwith clusters, like those of Eshcol,which will take two ordinary men to carry, but which we can bear in rich profusion, because the life of the Spirit of Godis in us!

We are a race of little doers, of little givers, of little thinkers, of little believers. O God, raise us up again giantsin these days! Give us again the consecrated men who shall stand upon the sword like the old Roman and say, "For God I devotemyself. To Christ I give body, soul and spirit, andif I am offered up upon the sacrifice of your faith, I joy and rejoice with you all." Oh, if the fountain, the secret fountain,were better seen to, I think there would be more of these outward streams. And if the sealed well were better guarded, weshould see more of these rapidstreams from Lebanon, which would make glad the people of God and the world at large.

And now, how many of you have the secret spring within you? If your soul is not renewed by Divine Grace you cannot do good."Except a man is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God." No man enters fully into discipleship with Christ till thewater, as well as the Spirit has been reverentlyreceived-"Except a man is born of water and of the Spirit you cannot enter the kingdom of Heaven." But these two thingsbeing done, being born of water and of the Spirit, go forth to show to others the mystery, the fellowship of the mystery-tomake all men know that Godhas appeared unto us in Christ Jesus, reconciling the world unto Himself, not imputing their iniquities.

Preach of Christ when you know Christ, but not till then. Let the streams flow out where you have the inner fountain, butnot till then. Sad reflection! There are some of you that have it not. Oh, if you have it not, you perish. You cannot getit of yourselves. He alone can give it. You are in Hishands to give it to you. Oh, may your longings end in groaning today, and may you groan to God, "Lord! Renew me, Lord, causeme to be born again!" And those groans will be proofs that He has begun the good work, and those longings shall be evidencethat there is a well in you,though it is a well shut up-a well shut up even from yourself.

God grant that you may seek and find through Jesus Christ. And to Him be glory, forever and ever. Amen.

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