Sermon 636. The Church'S Love To Her Loving Lord


"Tell me, O You whom my soul loves, where You feed, where You make Your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as onethat turns aside by the flocks of Your companions?'

Song of Solomon 1:7.

We shall need to lift up our hearts to God and ask to be quickened in Divine Grace or the precious truths in our text willnot prove to us "as honey out of the rock," nor the "least of fat things, of wine and marrow, of wine on the lees well refined."We cannot appreciate the spirituality of thisbook unless God's Spirit shall help us. Many read these words and only see a proof of the imaginative power of an easternmind. Some read to scoff and blaspheme and others, even good people, neglect to read this book altogether, being unable todrink in its spirit because of theirneed of that higher life of communion with the Beloved which is here so beautifully laid open to our view.

Now I am persuaded of better things of you, Beloved. I am sure that you believe that every Word of God is precious and mostcertainly we say of this Book, "it is more to be desired than gold, yes, than much fine gold, sweeter also than honey, orthe droppings of the honeycomb." This book of theCanticles is most precious to us. It is the inner court of the temple of Truth. It seems to us to belong to the secret placeof the tabernacle of the Most High. We see our Savior's face in almost every page of the Bible, but here we see His heartand feel His love to us. We shallhope this morning to speak of our own experience, as well as of the Church who is here speaking.

You will perceive that she begins with a title, she expresses a desire, she enforces it with an argument-"Tell me, O You whommy soul loves, where You feed, where You make Your flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turns aside by theflocks of Your companions?"

I. We commence with the title-"O You whom my soul loves." It is well to be able to call the Lord Jesus Christ by this namewithout an "if," or a "but." A very large proportion of Christian people can only say of Christ that they hope they love Him.They trust they love Him-but this is avery poor and shallow experience-to be content to stay here. It seems to me that no one ought to give any rest to his spirittill he feels quite sure about a matter of such vital importance. We are not content to have a hopeof the love of our parents,or of our spouse, or ofour children! We feel we must be certain there.

And we ought not to be satisfied with a hope that Christ loves us and with a bare trust that we love Him. The old saints didnot generally speak with buts and ifs and hopes and trusts-they spoke positively and plainly. "I know whom I have believed,"says Paul. "I know that my Redeemer lives,"says Job. "He whom my soul loves," says Solomon, in the song as we have it here. Learn, dear Friends, to get that positiveknowledge of your love to Jesus and be not satisfied till you can talk about your interest in Him as a reality which you havemade infallibly sure by havingreceived the witness of the Holy Spirit and His seal upon your soul by faith that you are born of God and belong to Christ.

Speaking, then, of this title which rings the great bell of love to Jesus, let us notice first the cause and secondly theeffect of that love. If we can look into the face of Him who once sweat great drops of blood and call Him, "O You whom mysoul loves," it is interesting to consider what is thecause of our love. And here our reply is very quick. The efficient cause of our love is the Holy Spirit of God. We shouldnever have had a spark of love to Jesus if it had not been bestowed upon us by the Divine Worker.

Well said John, "Love is of God." Certainly it is so. Our love to Christ is one beam from Himself, the Sun. Certainly a mancan no more naturally love Christ than a horse can fly. I grant you there is no physical disability, but there is a moraland spiritual disability which effectuallydisqualifies him from the high and lofty emotion of love to Jesus. Into that dead corpse the living spirit must be breathed-thosewho are dead in trespasses and sins cannot love Christ. That heart of stone must be transformed into a heart of flesh, forstones may be hurled atthe Savior but they can never love Him.

That lion must become a lamb, or it can never claim Christ as its Shepherd. That raven must be turned into a dove, or it willnever fly to Christ as its ark. "Except a man is born again," we may say, he cannot see this precious sparkling jewel of thekingdom of God-love to Christ. Searchyourselves then, Brethren-do you love Him or not? If you love Him, you have been born again! And if you do not love Him,then you are still in darkness and are not His-

"Can you pronounce His charming name, His acts of kindness tell? And while you dwell upon the theme, No sweet emotion feel?'

I think some of us would have to answer-

"A very wretch, Lord, I should prove, Had I no love to You. Sooner than not my Savior love, Oh, may I cease to be!'

This, then, is the efficient cause-the Holy Spirit. The rational'cause, the logical reason why we love Jesus lies in Himself-inHis looks, in His present working and in His Person-besides many other little fountains, which all tend to swell the river-thegrowing, deepeningriver of our love to Him. Why do we love Jesus? We have the best of answers- because He first loved us! Hearken you strangerswho inquire why we should love the Savior so. We will give you such reasons that we will satisfy you and set your mouths wateringto be partakers ofthe same reasons, that you may come to love Him, too!

Why do we love Him? Because before this round earth was fashioned between the palms of the great Creator- before He had paintedthe rainbow, or hung out the lights of the sun and moon-Christ's delights were with us. He foresaw us through the glass ofHis prescience. He knew what weshould be-looked into the book in which all His "members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yetthere were none of them." And as He looked upon us, the glance was love. He delighted to sit upon the Throne of Glory andto remember His dear ones who wereyet to be born! It was the great prospect which His mighty and infinite Spirit had-a joy that was set before Him-that Heshould see a multitude that no man could number who should be His beloved forever-

"Loved of my Christ, for Him again, With love intense Ill burn. Chosen of You before time began, I choose You in return."

Oh, could you know that Jesus had loved you from before all worlds, you must love Him! At least you will grant there cannotbe a better reason for love than love. Love demands-no, it does not demand-it takes by almighty force, by irresistible energythat heart captive upon whom it thussets itself! This Jesus loved us for no reason whatever in ourselves. We were black as the tents of Kedar. We had much deformitybut no beauty and yet He loved us! And our deformity was of such a kind that it might meritoriously have made Him hate us.We kicked against Him anddespised Him! Our language naturally was, "We will not have this Man to reign over us," and when we heard of His lovingus, we sneered at it.

He was despised and rejected of men. We hid, as it were, our faces from Him. He was despised and we esteemed Him not. We thoughtHis love an empty tale, a paltry trifle and yet He loved us. No, we were His enemies! We slew Him! We confess with sorrowthat we were the murderers of the Prince of Lifeand Glory. Our hands were stained with His gore and our garments dyed with His blood-and yet He saw all this and still lovedus! Shall we not love Him? Surely our heart is harder than adamant because we do not love Him more! But it were Hell-hardenedsteel if it did not loveat all.

Our Savior so loved us that He stripped Himself of His robes of radiance. Listen, you children of God, it is the old storyover again, but it is always new to you. He stripped Himself of His bright array. He laid aside His scepter and His crownand became an infant in Bethlehem's manger among thehorned oxen. Thirty years of poverty and shame the King of Heaven spent among the sons of men and all out of love to us!Jesus the heavenly lover, panting to redeem His people, was content to abide here without a place to rest His head that Hemight rescue us!

Do you see Him yonder in the garden in His agony? His soul is exceedingly sorrowful even unto death! His forehead, no, Hishead, His hair, His garments red with bloody sweat. Do you see Him giving His back to the smiters and His cheeks to them thatpluck off His hair? See Him as He hides not Hisface from shame and spitting-dumb like a sheep before her shearers and like a lamb that is brought to the slaughter! Heopened not His mouth but patiently bore it all on our behalf. See Him with the Cross upon His mangled shoulders, staggeringthrough Jerusalem's streets,unwept, unpi-tied, except by poor feeble women!

See Him, you that love Him, and love Him more as He stretches out His hands to the nails and gives His feet to the iron. SeeHim, as with power to deliver Himself He is made captive. Behold Him as they lift up the Cross with Him upon it and dash itdown into its place and dislocate His bones. Hearthat cry, "I am poured out like water: all My bones are out ofjoint. You have brought Me into the dust of death." Stand,if you can, and view that face so full of grief. Look till a sword shall go through your own heart as it went through Hisvirgin mother's very soul. Oh, see Himas He thirsts and has that thirst mocked with vinegar!

Hear Him as He prays and has that prayer parodied, "He cries for Elias, let Elias come and take Him down." See Him, as theywho love Him come and kiss His feet and bathe them with their tears. Will you not love Him who did all that friend could dofor friend? He who gave His life for us? Beloved,here are a thousand crimson cords that tie us to the Savior and I hope we feel their constraining power. It is His vastlove, the old eternal bond, the love which redeemed, which suffered in our place, the love which pleaded our cause beforethe eternal Throne-it is this whichwe give as a sufficient reason why we should love the Savior, if necessary, even unto death!

Moreover, we have another reason. I trust many here can say that they love the Savior because of His present dealings towardsthem. What has He not done for us this very day? Some of you came here this morning heavy and you went away rejoicing! Perhapsyou have had answers to prayer this very week.You have passed through the furnace and not a smell of fire has passed upon you. You have had many sins this week, but youhave felt the efficacy of His blood again and again. Some of us have known what it is during the past six days to have theravishing delights of privatecommunion with Him. He has made us glad! Our spirits have leaped for very joy, for He has turned again the captivity ofour soul.

You have drunk of Him as of "the brook by the way," and you have therefore lifted up your head. Beloved, if there were nothingelse which Christ had done for my soul-that which I have tasted and handled of Him within the last few months would make melove Him forever-and I know that youcan say the same! Nor is this all. We love the Savior because of the excellency of His Person. We are not blind to excellenceanywhere, but still we can see no excellence like His-

"Jesus You fairest, dearest one, What beauties You adorn Far brighter than the noonday sun, Or star that gilds the morn. Here let me fix my wandering eyes, And all Your gloriestrace; Till, in the world of endless joys, I rise to Your embrace.'

When Tigranes and his wife were both taken prisoners by Cyrus, Cyrus turning to Tigranes said, "What will you give for theliberation of your wife?" And the King answered, "I love my wife so that I would cheerfully give up my life if she might bedelivered from servitude." Whereupon Cyrus said thatif there was such love as that between them they might both go free. So when they were away and many were talking aboutthe beauty and generosity of Cyrus and especially about the beauty of his person, Tigranes, turning to his wife, asked herwhat she thought of Cyrus and sheanswered that she saw nothing anywhere but in the face of the man who had said that he would die if she might only be releasedfrom servitude.

"The beauty of that man," she said, "makes me forget all others." And verily we would say the same of Jesus! We would notdecry the angels, nor think ill of the saints-but the beauties of that Man who gave His life for us are so great that theyhave eclipsed all others-and our soul onlywishes to see Him, and none other! As the stars hide their heads in the presence of the sun, so may your all be gone-yourdelights, your excellencies-when Christ Jesus, the chief Delight, the chief Excellency, makes His appearance. Dr. Watts says-

"His worth, if all the nations knew, Surely the whole earth would love Him, too.'

And so it seems to us. Could you see Him, you must love Him. It was said of Henry VIII that if all the portraits of tyrantsand murderers and thieves were out of existence, they might all be painted from the one face of Henry VII. And turning thatround another way, we will say that if all theexcellencies, beauties and perfections of the human race were blotted out, they might all be painted again from the faceof the Lord Jesus-

"All over glorious is my Lord. He must be beloved and yet adored.'

These are some of the reasons why our heart loves Jesus. Before I leave those reasons, I should like to put a few questionsround among this great crowd. O Friends, would you not love Jesus if you knew something of this love as shed abroad in yourhearts-something of this love as being yoursNow, remember, there is a very great promise that Christ has made, and it is this-"He that comes to Me I will in no wisecast out." Now what does that refer to? Why to any "he" in all the world that comes to Christ! Whoever you may be, if youcome to Jesus-and you knowthat means just trusting Him, leaning upon Him-if you come to Him, He will not cast you out. And when He has received youto His bosom, you will then know, (but you cannot know till then), how much He loves you! And then I think you will say withus, "Yes, His name is, 'Youwhom my soul loves.' "

I shall now for a short time speak on the effects of this love, as we have dwelt on the cause of it. When a man has true loveto Christ, it is sure to lead him to dedication. There is a natural desire to give something to the person whom we love andtrue love to Jesus compels us to give ourselvesto Him. One of the earliest acts of the Christian's life is to take ourselves and lay body, soul, and spirit upon the altarof consecration, saying, "Here I am. I give myself to You." When the pupils of Socrates had nearly all of them given him apresent, there was one of the bestscholars who was extremely poor and he said to Socrates, "I have none of these things which the others have presented toyou. But, O Socrates, I give you myself." Whereupon Socrates said it was the best present he had had that day. "My Son, giveme your heart"-this is whatJesus asks. If you love Him, you must give Him this.

True love next shows itself in obedience. If I love Jesus, I shall do as He bids me. He is my Husband, my Lord-I call Him,"Master." "If you love Me," He says, "keep My commandments." This is His chosen proof of my love, and I am sure, if I loveHim, I shall keep His commandments. And yetthere are some who profess to love Christ who very seldom think of keeping any of His commandments. "This do in remembranceof Me," He says, and yet some of you never come to His Table. May I gently ask you how you make this disobedience consortwith genuine affection for Him? "Ifyou love Me, keep My commandments."-

" Tis love that makes our willing feet In swift obedience move.'

We can do anything for those we love and, if we love Jesus, no burden will be heavy, no difficulty will be great-we shouldrather wish to do more than He asks of us and only desire that He were a little more exacting that we might have a betteropportunity of showing forth our affection.

True love, again, is always considerate and afraid lest it should give offense. It walks very daintily. If I love Jesus, Ishall watch my eyes, my heart, my tongue, my hands-being so fearful lest I should wake my Beloved-or make Him stir until Heplease. And I shall be sure not to takein those bad guests, those ill-favored guests of pride and sloth and love of the world. I shall tell them to be packing,for I have a dear One within who will not tarry long if He sees me giving glances to these wicked ones. My heart shall bewholly His. He shall sit at the head ofthe table. He shall have the best dishes there-no, I will send all others away that I may have Him all to myself and thatHe may have my whole heart- all that I am and all that I have.

Again, true love to Christ will make us very jealous of His honor. As Queen Eleanor went down upon her knees to suck the poisonfrom her husband's wound, so we shall put our lips to the wound of Christ when He has been stabbed with the dagger of calumny,or inconsistency. We shall be willing soonerto take the poison ourselves and to be ourselves diseased and despised than that His name, His Cross should suffer ill!Oh, what matters it what becomes of us if the King reigns? I will go home to my bed and die in peace if the King sits on theThrone. Let me see King David onceagain in- stalled in Zion's sacred halls and my soul, in poverty and shame, shall still rejoice if the banished King Jesusshall once again come back and have His own and take His scepter, and wear His crown!

Beloved, I trust we can say we would not mind if Christ would make a door mat of us, if He would wipe His Church's filthysandals on us if we might but help to make her pure! We would hold the stirrup for Him to mount any day-yes- and be His horsing-blockthat He might mount Hisglorious charger and ride forth conquering and to conquer. Say, what matters it what we are, or where we are, if the Kinghas His own? If we love Christ, again, we shall be desiring to promote His cause and we shall be desiring to promote it ourselves.We shall wish to see thestrength of the mighty turned at the gate that King Jesus may return triumphant!

We shall not wish to sit still while our brethren go to war, but we shall want to take our portion in the fray that like soldiersthat love their monarch, we may prove by our wounds and by our sufferings that our love is real. The Apostle says, "Let usnot love in word only but in deed and intruth." Actions speak louder than words and we shall always be anxious to tell our love in deeds as well as by our lips.The true disciple asks continually, "Lord what will You have me to do?" He esteems it his highest honor to serve the Lord."I would rather be a doorkeeper in thehouse of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness."-

"Theres not a lamb in all the flock, I would disdain to feed. Theres not a foe before whose face I fear Your cause to plead.Would not my ardent spirit vie With angels round Your Throne, To execute Your sacred will And make Your glory known?'

Yes, indeed, we thus can sing and mean, I trust, every word! Yes, we will go forth into the whole world and preach the Gospelto every creature. We will tell of this love to all and labor to win for the Master's honor a multitude which no man can numberout of every nation and kindred and tribe andtongue and people! I believe in an active love-a love which has hands to labor and feet to run-as well as a heart to feel,eyes to glance and ears to listen. A mother's love is of the purest and most intense sort in the world, and it is the mostpractical. It showsitself in deeds of untiring devotion both night and day. So also should it be with us-we should let our affections promptus to life-long labor.

The love of Christ should constrain us to live, and if necessary, die to serve Him. Heaven is the place of purest, holiestattachment to Christ. Then we shall understand most about His love to us and of all He has done to prove it and the consequencewill be that His servants shall serve Him dayand night in His holy temple. We are expecting a home in Glory not of idleness, but of continual activity. It is written,"His servants shall serve Him," and we are taught to pray now that we may do His will on earth as it is done in Heaven.

Let us, therefore, each one, be busily engaged in the great harvest. The harvest is great and the laborers are few. Thereis room for all and each man's place is waiting to receive him. If we truly love our Lord we shall at once press to the frontand begin the "work of faith and labor of love."Has not the Master been known to show His love to us in deeds? Look to Bethlehem, to Gabbatha, to Gethsemane, to Golgotha-yes,look to His whole life as He "went about doing good"-and see if all this will not stir you up to service! Listen to the lifestory of the Lordand you will hear a voice from each one of His deeds of love saying to you, "Go and do likewise."

And, once again, if we love Jesus we shall be willing to suffer for Him. Pain will become light. We shall sing with MadameGuyon-

"To me tis equal whether love ordain my life or death, Appoint me ease, or pain.'

It is a high attainment to come to, but love can make us think ourselves of so small import that if Christ can serve Himselfof us, we shall make no choice as to what, or where we may be. We can sing once more-

"Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of Your name, And challenge the cold hand of death To dampen this immortal flame?'

Our hearts are, I trust, so full of real devotion to Christ that we can give Him everything and endure all things for Hissake. Cannot we say-

"For Him I count as gain each loss, Disgrace for Him renown, Well may I glory in His Cross, While He prepares my crown' ?Darkness is light about us if we can serve Him there. The bitter is sweet if the cup is put to our lips in order that we mayshare in His sufferings and prove ourselves to beHis followers. When Ignatius was led to his martyrdom, as he contemplated the nearness of his death and suffering, he said,"Now I begin to be a Christian." He felt that all that he had done and suffered before was not enough to entitle him to becalled a follower ofChrist-but now as the Master's bloody Baptism was before him, he realized the truth so dear to every right-minded Christian-thathe was to be "like unto his Lord." Here we can all prove our love! We can suffer His will calmly if we are not able to doit publicly-

"Weak as I am, yet through Your love, I all things can perform. And, smiling, triumph in Your name Amid the raging storm.'

I pray God we may have such a love that thirsts after Jesus and cannot be satisfied without present communion with Him.

II. This brings me to the thought which I shall only touch upon as the swallow skims the brook with his wings and then upand away, lest I weary you. The second point of consideration is the DESIRE OF THE CHURCH AFTER CHRIST JESUS OUR LORD-havingcalled Him by His title, she now expresses herlonging to be with Him. "Tell me, O You whom my soul loves, where You feed, where you make Your flock to rest at noon."The desire of a renewed soul is to find Christ and to be with Him.

Stale meats left over from yesterday are very well when there is nothing else, but who does not like hot food fresh from thefire? And past communion with Christ is very well. "I remember You from the land of the Hermonites and the hill Mizar." Butthese are only stale meats and a loving soul wantsfresh food every day from the table of Christ. And you that have once had the kisses of His mouth, though you remember thepast kisses with delight, yet want daily fresh tokens of His love. He that drinks of this water will never thirst again, itis true, except for this water! Andthen he will so thirst for it that he will be like Samuel Rutherford who began to be out of heart with the buckets-he wantedto get right to the wellhead that he might lie down and drink-and then, if he could have his fill, he would drink the wellquite dry.

But there is no hope of that, or rather no fear of it-the well can never be empty, for it rises as we drink! A true lovingsoul, then, wants present communion with Christ. So the question is, "Tell me where You feed? Where do You get Your comfortfrom, O Jesus? I will go there. Where do Yourthoughts go? To Your Cross? Do You look back to that? Then I will go there. Where You feed, there will I feed."

Or does this mean actively, instead of being in the passive or the neuter? Where do You feed Your flock? In Your House? Iwill go there, if I may find You there. In private prayer? Then I will not be slack in that. In the Word? Then I will readit night and day. Tell me where You feed, for whereverYou stand as the shepherd, there will I be, for I want You. I cannot be satisfied to be apart from You. My soul hungersand thirsts to be with You.

She puts it again, "Where do You make Your flock to rest at noon," for there is only rest in one place-where You cause Yourflock to rest at noon. That must be a God-given rest and only to be found in some one chosen place. Where is the shadow ofthat rock? It is very hot just now here in themiddle of summer when the sun is pouring down his glorious rays like bright but sharp arrows upon us. And we that are condemnedto live in this great wilderness of brown bricks and mortar often recollect those glades where the woods grow thick and wherethe waters leap from crag tocrag down the hillside and where the birds are singing among the trees.

We delight to think of those leafy bowers where the sun cannot dart his rays, where, on some mossy bank, we may stretch ourselvesto rest or have our weary limbs in some limpid stream. And this is just what the spouse is after. She feels the heat of theworld's sun and she longs to be away from itscares and troubles that have furrowed and made her face brown till she looked as if she had been a busy keeper of the vineyards.She wants to get away to hold quiet communion with her Lord, for He is the brook where the weary may lay their wearied limbs!He is that sheltered nook,that shadow of the great rock in the weary land where His people may lie down and be at peace-

"Jesus, the very thought of You, With sweetness fills my breast. But sweeter far Your face to see And in Your Presence rest. For those who find You find a bliss, Nor tongue, nor pen can show The love of Jesus, what it is, None but His loved ones know.'

Now do you not want this tonight? Does not your souls want Christ tonight? My Brothers, my Sisters, there is something wrongwith us if we can do without Christ. If we love Him, we must want Him. Our hearts ever say-

"Abide with me from morn till eve, For without You I cannot live! Abide with me when night is near, For without You I dare not die.'

No, we cannot do without Christ. We must have Him. "Give me Christ, or else I die," is the cry of our souls. No wonder MaryMagdalene wept when she thought they had taken away her Lord and she knew not where they had laid Him! As the body sufferswithout food, so should we without Christ. As thefish perish out of water, so should we apart from Christ. I must quote another verse of a hymn, for really the sweet songstersof Israel have lavished all their best prose and very rightly so, to tell for us our love-tale concerning our Beloved. I amsure that our heart's innervoice can set to sweetest music the words-

"Oh that I could forever sit With Mary at the Masters feet- Be this my happy choice My only care, delight and bliss, My joy, my Heaven on earth be this, To hear the Bridegrooms voice.'

Yes! To be with Jesus is Heaven-anywhere on earth, or in the skies-all else is wilderness and desert. It is Paradise to bewith Him. And Heaven without Christ would be no Heaven to me. My heart cannot rest away from Him. To have no Christ wouldbe a punishment greater than I could bear!I should wander, like another Cain over the earth, a fugitive and a vagabond. Verily there would be no peace for my soul.I am sure that the true wife, if her husband is called to go upon a journey, longs ardently for his return. If he is goneto the wars, she dreads lest he shouldfall. How each letter comes perfumed to her when it tells of his love and constancy and how she watches for the day whenshe shall clasp him in her arms once more.

Oh you know that when you were children, if you were sent to school, how you counted till the holidays came on. I had a littlealmanac and marked out every day the night before and so counted one day less till the time I should get home again and somay you-

"May not a captive long his own dear land to see? May not the prisoner seek release from bondage to be free?' Of course he may and so may you, Beloved, pant and sigh as thehart pants for the water brooks-for the comfortable enjoyment of the Lord Jesus Christ's Presence. III. THE ARGUMENT USED BY THE CHURCH. Here is the desire. Now, to close, she backs that up with an argument. She says, "Whyshould I be as one that turns aside by the flocks of Your companions?" You have plenty of companions-why should I be turnedaside? Why should I not be one? Let us talk it over. Why should I lose my Lord's Presence? But the devil tells me I am a greatsinner. Ah, but it is all washed away and gone forever. That cannot separate me, for it does not exist. My sin is buried- "Plunged as in a shoreless sea- Lost as in immensity.'

The devil tells me I am unworthy and that is a reason. But I was always unworthy and yet it was no reason why He should notlove me at first, and therefore cannot be a reason why I should not have fellowship with Him now. Why should I be left out?Now I am going to speak for the pooresthere-I do not know where he is. I want to speak for you that have got the least faith. You that think yourselves the smallestin all Israel. You are Mephibosheths that are lame in your feet and yet sit at the king's table. You are poor despised Mordecaisthat sit at the king'sgate-yet cannot get inside the palace.

I have this to say to you-Why should you be left there? Just try and reason. Why should I, Jesus, be left out in the cold,when the night comes on? No, there is a cot for the little one, as well as a bed for his bigger brother. Why should I be turnedaside? I am equally bought with a price. Icost Him, in order to save me, as much as the noblest of the saints- He bought them with blood-He could not buy me withless. I must have been loved as much, or else, seeing that I am of so little worth, I should not have been redeemed at all!If there is any difference,perhaps I am loved somewhat better! Is there not greater, better love shown in the choice of me than of some who are moreworthy than I am?

Why, then, should I be left out? 1 know if I have a child that is deformed, I love it all the more-it seems as if I had amore tender care for it. Then why should my heavenly Father be less kind to me than I should be to my offspring? Why shouldI be turned aside? He chose me-He cannotchange His mind! Why, then, should He cast me off? He knew what I was when He chose me-He cannot, therefore, find out anyfresh reason for turning me aside. He foresaw I should misbehave myself and yet He selected me. Well, then, there cannot bea reason why I should be leftto fall away.

Again, I ask, Why should I turn aside? I am a member of His body, of His flesh and of His bones-and though I am less thanthe least of all His saints, yet He has said, "I will never leave you nor forsake you." Why should I turn aside? I have apromise all to myself. Has He not said, "I willnot quench the smoking flax, nor break the bruised reed"? Has He not said, "The Lord takes pleasure in them that fear Him,in them that hope in His mercy"? If I cannot do more, I can do that! I do hope in His mercy. Then why should I be turned aside?If any should think of doing so,it should not be I, for I want to be near Him! I am such a poor plant that I ought to be kept in the sun-I shall never doin the shade.

My big brother, perhaps, may manage for a little time without comfort, but I cannot, for I am one of the Ready-to-Halts. Irecollect how the shepherds of Mount Clear said, "Come in, Mr. Little-Faith! Come in, Mr. Feeble-Mind! Come in, Mr. Ready-to-Halt!Come in, Mary!" But they did not say, "Comein, Father Faithful. Come in, Matthew. Come in, Valiant-for-Truth." No, they said these might do as they liked. They werequite sure to take their own part-but they looked first to the most feeble! Then why should I be turned aside? I am the feeblestand want His Person most.I may use my very feebleness and proneness to fall as the reason why I should come to Him! Why should I be turned aside?

I may fall into sin. My heart may grow cold without His glorious Presence-and then, what if I should perish! Why, here letme think. If I am the meanest lamb in His flock I cannot perish without doing the God of Heaven damage. Let me say it againwith reverence. If I, the least of Hischildren, perish, I shall do His Son dishonor, for what will the arch-fiend say? "Aha," says he, "You Surety of the Covenant,You could keep the strong, but You could not keep the weak-I have this lamb here in the pit whom You could not preserve! Hereis one of Your crownjewels," he says, "and though he is none of the brightest, though he is not the most sparkling ruby in Your coronet, yethe is one of Your jewels and I have him here in Hell! You have no perfect regalia-I have a part of it here."

Shall that ever be, after Christ has said, "They shall never perish, neither shall any pluck them out of My hand"? Shall thisbe, when the strong arm of God is engaged for my succor and He has said to me, "The Eternal God is your refuge. And underneathare the everlasting arms"? Jesus, turn me notaside, lest by my fall I grieve Your Spirit and lest by my fall I bring disgrace upon Your name!

Why should I turn aside? There is no reason why I should. Come my Soul, there are a thousand reasons why you should not! Jesusbeckons you to come. You wounded Saints, you that have slipped to your falling-you that are grieved, sorrowing and distressed-cometo His Cross! Come to HisThrone again! Backsliders, if you have been such, return! Return! Return! A husband's heart has no door to keep out hisspouse and Jesus' heart has no power to keep out His people!

Return! Return! There is no divorce sued out against you for the Lord, the God of Jacob says He hates putting away. Return!Return! Let us get to our chambers, let us seek renewed fellowship. And, oh, you that have never had it and have never seenChrist, may you thirst after Him tonight and if youdo, remember the text I gave you, "Him that comes to Me I will in no wise cast out." Whoever you may be, if you will cometo Jesus, He will not cast you out-

"Come and welcome, Sinner, come."

God bring you for Jesus' sake. Amen.