Sermon 990. Self-Humbling and Self-Searching

(No. 990)

Delivered by


At the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington

"Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother's children were angry with me, theymade me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept."-Song of Solomon 1:6.

WHENCE DO I DRAW MY TEXT but from the very fountain of love? And to whom shall I address my discourse but to the friends ofthe bridegroom? Ye must have warm hearts, quick sensibilities, lively emotions to interpret the sayings and sympathise thetender notes of this most sacred song.

I suppose that the history of the statues in St. Paul's Cathedral, from year to year, would not be remarkably interesting.They are placed upon their pedestals; they stand there quietly; and unless some terrible convulsion should occur, probablythat will be the whole of their history for many years to come, as it has been for many years past. During the time in whichany one of those statues has stood there, however, the history of any one human person has been checkeredwith all sorts of incidents, happy and sorrowful. Aches and pains, joys and rejoicings' depressions and exultations, havealternated in the living; but in the cold marble there has been no such change. Many of you in this house know little of whatare the experiences of God's people. If you hear of their anxieties and encouragements, their temptations and deliverances,their inward conflicts and spiritual triumphs, their gloomy depressions and cheerful exultations-all those things seem toyouas an idle tale. The living, the living, shall know the secret; but unto the mere professor this thing is not revealed.

My subject, which will be mainly addressed to God's working people-to such as are really serving him-will appear to have verylittle bearing upon any here present who do not understand the spiritual life, and they will probably think that the eveningto them is wasted. Just this word on the outset, however, I would drop in your ears. If you do not know anything of spirituallife, what will you do in the end of your natural life? If there be no work of God's Spirit uponyour soul, and you are a stranger to the living experience of God's children, what will be your portion for ever? It mustbe divided to you with the unbelievers. Are you prepared to receive it? Are you willing that this should be your eternal destiny?Are you not, rather, alarmed? Are you not made anxious and desirous if by any means you may pass into that better, truer,state of life? Considering its boundless interests, notwithstanding all the present struggles and sorrows it may entail onyou, do you not wish to know and prove what spiritual life means? I pray God you may. Let me remind you that the gospelpreached to you is still available for your quickening; and whosoever believeth in Christ Jesus is born of God, and is possessor of that spiritual life.

Now, in conducting the people of God to a special survey of our text, "Look not upon me, because I am black," our first remarkshall be this: the fairest Christians are the most shamefaced with regard to themselves. The person who says, "Look not upon me, because I am black," is described by some one else in the eighth verse as the "fairestamong women." Others, who thought her the fairest of the fair, spoke no less than the truth when they affirmed it; but inherown esteem she felt herself to be so little fair, and so much uncomely, that she besought them not even to look upon her.Why is it that the best Christians depreciate themselves the most?

Is it not because they are most accustomed to look within? They keep their books in a better condition than those unsafe tradesmen,the counterpart of mere professors, who think themselves "rich and increased in goods," when they are on the very verge ofbankruptcy. The Christian in his right state tests himself to see whether he be in the faith. He values too much his own soulto go on blindly. He knows that Heedless and Toobold are always bad pilots, so hesets Caution and Self-examination at the helm. He cries to God, "Search me, and know my heart." He is accustomed to examine his actions and his motives-topass his words and his thoughts in review. He does not live the life of one who goes recklessly on; but he stops and considershis ways; and looks well to the state of everything within him "to have always a conscience void of offense toward God andtoward men." Solomon says, "The wise man looks to the state of his flocks andhis herds;" and it is no marvel if any one suffer loss who neglects the counsel. But he also says, "Keep thy heart withall diligence, for out of it are the issues of life;" and it is quite certain that he who fails in this exercise is liableto every kind of moral disorder. In his anxiety to be pure from evil, the godly man will be eager to notice and quick to detectthe least particle of defilement; and for this reason he discovers more of his blackness than any other man is likely to see.Heis no blacker, but he looks more narrowly, and therefore he sees more distinctly the spots on his own character.

The genuine Christian, also, tries himself by a higher standard. The professor, if he be as good as another professor, iswell content. He estimates himself by a comparison with his neighbors. He has no standard but that of ordinary commonplaceChristianity. Par otherwise is it with the believer who walks near to God; he asks himself "What manner of persons ought weto be, in all holy conversation and godliness?" He knows the law to be spiritual, and therefore he judgesmany things to be sinful which others wink at; and he counts some things to be important duties which others regard astrifles. The genuine Christian sets up no lower standard than perfection. He does not judge himself by others, but by theexact measure of the divine requirements, by the law of God, and especially by the example of his Lord and Master; and whenhe thus sets the brightness of the Savior's character side by side with his own, then it is that he cries out, "Look not uponme, forI am black." The mere professor never does this: he neither scrutinises himself nor observes his Master with close heedand strained attention, desiring to ascertain the truth; but he flatters himself in his own eyes, and goes on presumptuously.Not so the genuine Christian; he hides his face, sighs in secret, and cries before God, because he is not what he wants tobe; not what his Lord was; not fully conformed to Christ in all things; and just because these short-comings grieve and vexhisrighteous soul, he cries, "Look not upon me, for I am black." All the while he may be of the highest type of Christian,yet he is not so in his own esteem. He may be a star to others, but he is a blot, as he thinks, to himself. In God's esteemhe is "accepted in the Beloved," but in his own esteem he seems to himself to be full of all manner of evil, and he criesout against it before his Lord.

Another reason why the fairest Christ are generally those that think themselves the blackest, is that they have more light.A person may seem to be very fair in the dark, very fair in the twilight; but when the light gets strong, and the eye is strengthenedto perceive, then it is that spots that were not noticed before are soon discovered. You have, perhaps, a handkerchief thathas looked to you extremely white; so it has been in comparison with other linen: but one day,when there has been a fall of snow, you have laid your handkerchief side by side with the snow, and you have seen thatit was very far from the whiteness which you imagined. When the light of God comes into the soul, and we see what purity reallyis, what holiness really is, then it is the contrast strikes us. Though we might have thought we were somewhat clean before,when we see God in his light we see light, and we abhor ourselves in dust and ashes. Our defects so appall our own heart,thatwe marvel they do not exhaust his patience.

The better Christ a man is, the more abashed he always feels; because to him sin is so exceedingly hateful, that what sinhe sees in himself he loathes himself for far more than others do. The ungodly man would condone very great sin in himself;though he might know it to be there; it would not disturb him; but the Christian being another sort, having a love for holinessand a hatred for sin, cannot bear to see the smallest speck of sin upon himself: He knows what it is.There are persons living before the public eye, and jealous of popularity, who appear quite indifferent to the good opinionof the sovereign in whose kingdom they dwell there are other persons favourites at court, who would lie awake at night tossedto and fro in fear if they thought that something had been reported to the sovereign's ear that was disloyal. A man who fearsnot God, will break all his laws with an easy conscience, but one who is the favorite of heaven, who has been indulged tosit at royal banquets, who knows the eternal love of God to him, cannot bear that there should be any evil way in himthat might grieve the Spirit and bring dishonor to the name of Christ. A very little sin, as the world calls it, is a verygreat sin to a truly awakened Christian. I will ask you now, dear hearers (most of on are members of this or of other churches),do you know what it is to fret because you have spoken an unadvised word? Do you know what it is to smite upon your breast,because you were angry?-justly provoked, perhaps, but still, being angry, you spoke unadvisedly. Have you ever gone toa sleepless couch, because in business you have let fall a word, or have done an action which, upon mature deliberation, youcould not justify? Does the tear never come from your eye because you are not like your Lord, and have failed where you hopedto succeed? I would give little for your godliness, if you know nothing of this. Repentance is as much a mark of a Christianasfaith itself. Do not think we have done with repenting when we come to Christ and receive the remission of our sins bythe blood that did once atone. No; we shall repent as long as we sin, and as long as we need the precious blood for cleansing.While there is sin, or a proneness to any kind of sin, lurking in us, the grace of God will make us loathe the sin and humbleourselves before the Most High on account of it.

Now, I think our text seems to say just this: there were some that admired the church. They said she was fair. She seemedto say, "Don't say it; you don't know what I am, or you would not praise me." Oh, there is nothing that brings a blush toa genuine Christian's face like praising him; for he feels-"Praise such a heap of dirt as I am? Give any credit to such aworthless worm as I am? No; do not cast admiring glances at me! Do not say, 'That man has many virtues andmany excellences!' 'Look not upon me, for I am black.'" Are there not some who will imitate any Christian-and be veryright in so doing-any Christian who is eminently godly and holy? There will be many who will follow in his footsteps. I thinkI see such a man turn round to his followers, and say: "Do not look at me; do not copy me. I am black. Copy a better modeleven Jesus. If I follow in his footsteps, follow me; but inasmuch as I have gone astray like a lost sheep, follow the shepherd;do not follow my example." Every Christian, in proportion as he lives near to God, will feel this self-abasement, thislowliness of heart; and if others talk of admiring or of imitating him, he will say, "Look not upon me, for I am black." Andas he thus, in deep humility, begs that he be not exalted, he will often desire others that they would not despise him. Itwill come into his mind, "Such-and-such a man of God is a Christian indeed; as he sees my weakness, he will contemn me.Such-and-such a disciple of Christ is strong; he will never be able to bear with my weakness. Such-and-such a Christianwoman does, indeed, adorn the doctrine of God her Savior; but as for me, alas! I am not what I ought to be, nor what I wouldbe. Christ of God, do not look upon me with scorn. I will not say that you have motes in your own eyes. I have a beam in mine.Look not upon me too severely. Judge me not harshly. If you do look at me, look to Christ for me, and pray that I may behelped; 'for I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me.'" Still I would have you beware of affecting aught thatyou do not feel. Humility itself may be counterfeited with much ostentation. Wherever there is anything like cant, as it ispracticed by some people who depreciate themselves but do not mean it, it is loathsome to the last degree. I recollect a veryproud man, certainly twice as proud as he was high, who used to pray for himself as "God's poor dust." There was nothing,I amsure, about his conduct and conversation that entitled him to use any such expression. I have heard of a monk who saidhe was full of sin-he was as bad as Judas; and when somebody said, "That is true," he turned round, and said, "What did Iever do that you should say so?" The effrontery of the arrogant is not more odious than the servility of the sycophant. There is a great dealof self-abnegation which is not genuine; it is the offspring of self-conceit, and not of self-knowledge.Much that we say of ourselves would mightily offend our vainglory if anybody else said the same of us. Oh, let us bewareof mock humility! At the same time, the more of the genuine article we have the better, and the more truthfully we can cryout to God's people, "Look not upon me, because I am black," the more clear will it be that we are, after all, amongst thefairest.

But I pass on. The most diligent Christian-let this stand for the second observation-the most diligent Christian will be the man most afraid of the evils connected with his work. "Evils connected with his work!" says one. "Does work for God have evils contingent upon it?" Yes; but for every evil connectedwith the work of God, there are ten evils connected with idleness. Nay, all you professors who are doing, nothing, are wearingyourselves out faster by rustthan you could have done by honest wear. But, you see, in the case of our text, there was evil connected with work. Shehad been made a keeper of the vineyards, and having to trim the vines, the sun had shone upon her; and she says, "Look notupon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me." The blackness that she confessed was a blackness occasionedby her having to bear the burden and heat of the day.

And now I speak to such as live in active service, doing the work of God. Dear brethren, there are certain evils connectedwith our lifework coming of the sun that looks upon us, which we should confess before our heavenly Father. I speak now onlyto the workers. I have known some whom the sun has looked upon in this respect; their zeal has grown cold through non-success.You went out, first of all, as a Christian, full of fire and life. You intended to push the churchbefore you, and drag the world after you. Peradventure you thought that you were going to work a Reformation almost asgreat as that of Luther. Well, much of that was of the flesh, though beneath the surface there was an earnest zeal for Godwhich was eating you up. But you have been mixed up with Christians for some years of a very cool sort. Use the thermometerto-night. Has not the spiritual temperature gone down in your own soul? Perhaps you have not seen many conversions under yourministry? or in the class which you conduct you have not seen many children brought to Jesus? Do you feel you are gettingcool? Then wrap your face in your mantle to-night! and say: "Look not upon me, for in losing my zeal I am black, for the sunhath looked upon me." Perhaps it has affected you in another way, for the sun does not bring freckles out on all faces inthe same place. Perhaps it is your temper that is grown sour? When you joined the church you felt all love, and you expected,asyou had a right to do, that everybody would reciprocate the same feeling; it may be that since then you have had to dobattle against contentions. You have been in a part of the church where there has been a strife, not altogether for the faithonce delivered to the saints, but something of a party feeling was mixed with it, and you have had to take some share in it.And perhaps you have gradually acquired a carping, critical habit, so that where you used to enjoy the word, you are now allforjudging the preacher. You are not so much a feeder upon the word, as a mere taster of the dishes, to see if you cannotfind some fault with their flavour. Wrap your face again, I beseech you, in your mantle. Again bow before God, and say: "Looknot upon me, because I am black; the sun hath looked upon me. In my service for God I have been impaired." Perhaps, dear friend,you have suffered in another way! I sometimes suffer in this respect very materially. The Christian's walk ought to be calm,peaceful, quiet, unruffled. Leaving everything with the Lord, and waiting his will, our peace should be like a river.But you know that, when there is much to be done in God's service, there is a very strong temptation to want to push thisand that thing forward with undue haste. Or if it does not move quickly at the rate you would wish, there is a temptationto be sad, careful, and anxious; to be, in fact, like Martha, cumbered with much service. When you get into that conditionit is aninjury to yourself and really prejudicial to your own work; for they serve Christ best who commune with him most, andbroken fellowship means broken strength. Yet this is often our trouble; our energies are exhausted by worry more than by work.Part of our duty is neglected through unexpected cares that have distracted our thoughts. Pardon me, if I transfer the thingto myself in a figure. Say that this Tabernacle wants all my vigilance concentrated upon its welfare. Then there is anothermatter that wants instant attention at the same time. Here is a soul seeking Christ; here is another backsliding; hereis a brother falling to ears with a brother. Innumerable things crowd upon one's view and clamor for immediate investigationtill one gets disturbed and troubled. "Look not upon me, because I am black; because the sun hath looked upon me. The workI have engaged in for thee hath brought me into the sun, and burnt my face." It ought to be bright and fair with fellowship;it issoiled and begrimed with service.

Sometimes this evil of sun-burning will come in the shape of joy taken away from the heart by weariness. I do not think, dearbrethren, any of us are weary of God's work. If so, we never were called to it. But we may get weary in it. You recollect, some of you here-I speak to such as often preach the gospel-how happy you were when first you were permittedto open your mouth for Christ! Oh, what a joy it was! What a pleasure! How you threw your whole soul intoit! There was no sleepiness and dulness in your sermon then. But now, year after year, year after year, your brain getsweary, and though the spirit is willing, the flesh is weak; the joy you once had in the service was your strength, and ithas some what gone from you. The toil is more irksome when the spirits are less buoyant. Well, I would advise you to confessthis before God, and ask for a medicine to heal you. You had need get your joy back, but first you must acknowledge that youhavelost it. Say, "I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me."

On the other hand, it is a bad result of a good work when our humility is injured thereby. Place a Christian man in a positionwhere he has to do much for Christ, and is much thought of and set by: let him have great success: and the tendency will befor him to compliment himself as though he were some great one. You cannot reap great sheaves for the Master without thistemptation coming over your soul. What a glorious workman you are, and what a great reward will yoursoul have for having done so well! It is the sun looking upon you; taking away the fairness of your humility, frecklingand blackening your face with a pride that is obnoxious to God. This ought to be confessed at once and heartily repented of.

I do not think I shall attempt to go through the list of all the matters that might come out of Christian service. It willsuffice me to say, I am afraid that in many cases our motives get mixed. Pure and simple at first in our service, we may getat last to serve Christ only because it is our office to do so. Woe to the man that preaches only because he is a minister,and does not preach because he loves Christ! We may get also to be self-reliant. It is a great mercy forGod's ministers when they tremble on going into the pulpit, even though they have been accustomed to preach for twentyyears. Martin Luther declares that he never feared the face of man; and all who knew him could bear witness that it was evenso; yet he said he never went up the stairs of the pulpit at Wittenburg but he felt his knees knock together with fear lesthe should not be faithful to God and his truth. When we begin to rely upon ourselves' and think we can do it, and our experienceand our practice will suffice to bear us safely through the next discourse without help from on high, then the sun haslooked upon us, and blackened our face indeed, and the time of our usefulness draws to a close. Come, Christian people, brethrenand sisters, thankful though I am that I can address so large a number who are engaged in the Master's work, I beseech you,let us go together to the footstool of the heavenly grace, confess there our blackness, and own that much of it has come uponus even while we were engaged in the service of God.

In the third place, the most watchful Christian is conscious of the danger of self-neglect. That is the next part of our text. "they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept."

Solemnly, let me speak again to my brethren who are seeking to glorify Christ by their lives. I met some time ago with a sermonby that famous divine, Mr. Henry Melvill, which consists all through of one solitary thought, and one only image well workedout. I will give you the pith of what took some eight pages to get through. He supposes a man to be a guide in Switzerland.It is his duty to conduct travelers in that country through the sublime passes, and to point out tothem the glories of the scenery, and the beauties of the lakes, and streams, and glaciers, and hills. This man, as hecontinues in his office, almost inevitably gets to repeat his descriptions as a matter of course; and everybody knows howa guide at last comes to "talk book," and just iterate words which do not awaken any corresponding feeling in his own mind.Yet when he began, perhaps it was a sincere love of the sublime and the beautiful that led him to take up the avocation ofa guide; andat first it really was to him a luxury to impart to others what he had felt amidst the glories of nature; but as, yearafter year, to hundreds of different parties, he had to repeat much the same descriptions, call attention to the same sublimities,and indicate the same beauties, it is almost impossible but that he should get to be at last a mere machine. Through the hardeningtendency of custom, and the debasing influence of gain, his aptest descriptions and most exquisite eulogies come to beof no greater account than the mere language of a hireling. This thought I will not work out in extenso as that famous preacher has done, but I give it to you as a cutting, which may germinate if planted in the garden of yourheart. Every worker for Christ is deeply concerned in the application of this parable; because the peril of self complacencyincreases in precisely the same ratio as the zeal of proselytising. When counselling others, you think yourself wise. Whenwarning others,you feel yourself safe. When judging others, you suppose yourself above suspicion. You began the work with a flush ofardor; it may be with a fever of enthusiasm; a sacred instinct prompted, a glowing passion moved you. How will you continueit? Here is the danger-the fearful danger-lest you do it mechanically, fall into a monotony, continue in the same train, anduse holy words to others with no corresponding feeling in your own soul. May we not stir others up to devout emotions, andyetour own hearts fail to burn with the sacred fire? Oh, may it not be easy for one to stand as a signpost on the road toheaven, and never stir himself? Every preacher who judges himself aright knows that this is the risk he incurs; and I believethe same danger in a measure threatens Christ in every form of work in which they occupy themselves for Christ. Dear friends,beware of reading the Bible for other people. Get your own text-your own morsel of marrow and fatness-out of Scripture; anddo not be satisfied to be sermon-making or lesson-making for your class in the Sunday-school. Feed on the word yourselves,or else your own vineyard will not be kept. When you are on your knees in prayer, pray for others by all means; but, oh, letprivate prayer be kept up with a view to your own edification and your own growth in grace as well. Preach not the Savior'sblood, and yet be without the blood mark on yourselves. Tell not of the fountain, and yet go unwashed. Do not point to heaven,and then turn your back to it and go down to hell. Fellow-workers, look to yourselves, lest after having preached to othersye yourselves should be cast away. Your neighbors certainly, but yourselves also; the children in your class certainly, yourown children at home certainly, but look to yourselves also, oh, ye that are workers in God's house, lest ye keep the vineyardsof others and your own vineyards be not kept. It is very possible for a man to get to dislike the very religion which hefeels bound still by force of custom to go on teaching to others. "Is that possible?" says one. Alas! that it is. Haveyou never heard of the flower-girl in the streets? What is her occupation! I dare say some girls like her have passed by andseen her with a great basket full of violets, and said: "What a delightful occupation, to have that fragrant smell for evernear to one!" Yes, but there was one girl who sold them, and said she hated the smell of violets. She had got to loathe them,andto think that there was no smell in the world so offensive, because they were always under her nostrils all day, and takenhome to her little scanty room at night, and having nothing but violets around her, she hated them altogether. And I do believethat there are persons without the grace of Christ in their hearts who keep on talking about grace, and mercy, and practicingprayer, and yet in their heart of hearts they hate the very fragrance of the name of Jesus, and need that there shouldcome upon them an awakening out of their sleep of presumption and hypocrisy, to make them know that though they thoughtthey were the friends of God, they were, after all, his enemies. They were mere keepers of other men's vineyards, but theirown vineyards had gone to ruin.

Our last reflection is of the deepest importance. The most conscientious Christian will be the first to enquire for the antidote, and to use the cure.

What is the cure? The cure is found in the verse next to my text. "Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hathlooked upon me. They made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept." What next? "Tell me, O thouwhom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turnethaside by the flocks of thy companions?" See, then, you workers, if you want to keep up yourfreshness, and not to get blackened by the sun under which you labor, go to your Lord again-go and talk to him. Addresshim again by that dear name, "Thou whom my soul loveth." Ask to have your first love rekindled; strive after the love of yourespousals. There are men in married life who seem to have forgotten that they ever loved their wives; but there are othersconcerning whom the hymn is true-

"And as year rolls after year,

Each to other still more dear."

So there are some Christians who seem to forget that they ever loved the Savior; but I trow there are others in whom thatlove deepens and becomes more fervent as each year passes over their heads. If any of you are at fault in this, do not givesleep to your eyelids to-night till you have renewed your espousal love. Thy Lord recollects it, if thou dost not, for hesays: "I remember thee, the kindness of thy youth, the love of thine espousals, when thou wentest after me inthe wilderness, in a land that was not sown." You did some wild things in those early days. You were a great deal morezealous than wise; but, though you look back upon that with censure, Christ regards it with delight. He wishes you were nowas you were then. Perhaps to-day you are not quite cold to him. Do not flatter yourself on that account; for he has said,"I would thou wert cold or hot." It is just lukewarmness that he loathes most of all, and he has threatened to spue the lukewarmoutof his mouth. Oh, to be always full of love to him! You will never get any hurt by working for him then; your work willdo you good. The sweat of labor will even make your face the fairer. The more you do for souls, the purer, and the holier,and the more Christ will you be, if you do it with him. Keep up the habit of sitting at his feet, like Mary, as well as servinghim with Martha. You can keep the two together; they will balance each other, and you shall not be barren or unfruitful, neithershall you fall into the blackness which the sun is apt to breed. O for more nearness to Christ, more love to Christ, andcloser communion with him! Did you notice what the spouse said: "Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest?"I suppose her object was to go and feed with him. Look to the feeding of your own soul, Christian. When a man says, "I havea hard day's work to do, I shall have no time to eat," you know full well that he is losing time where he thinks he gainsit; forif he does not keep himself in good repair he will sicken by-and-by, and in the long run he will do less than if he gavehimself due pause. So is it with your soul. You cannot give out a vital energy which you have not got in you healthy and vigorous;and if you have not got power from God in your own soul, power cannot come out of you, for it is not there. Do, therefore,feed upon Christ. Or do you feel yourself like that guide of whom we spoke just now? Has the routine of service blunted yoursensibilities, till you gaze unmoved on those objects of beauty and marvel that should awaken every passion and thrillevery nerve of your being? Ask then in what way he might keep up his interest in the lakes and the mountains? Would it notbe well for him, occasionally, at any rate, to take a lonely journey to find out new features in the gorgeous scenery or tostand in solitude, and see the hills in a fresh light, or mark the forest trees in different states of the weather; so thathe mightagain renew his own sensations of admiration, and of gratitude to God for having created such sublimities? Then I canreadily believe his enthusiasm would increase rather than abate by an increasing familiarity with the landscape. And you,worker for God, you must go to God alone; feed on precious truth for yourself; dig into the deep things of God and enrichyour own spirit. Thus you may serve God as much as ever you will: you will get no hurt therefrom. Did you notice that shealso asked:"Tell me where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon?" Rest is what the worker wants. Where is the rest of Christ's flockbut in his own dear bosom? Where is there repose, but in his own fidelity, in the two immutable things wherein it is impossiblefor God to lie-the oath and the promise? Oh, never turn away from that rest! Turn into it again, to-night, beloved. As forme, I feel I want my Savior more than ever I did. Though I have preached his gospel now these five-and-twenty years andmore, I need still to come and cling to his cross as a guilty sinner, and find "life for a look at the crucified One,"just as I did at first. O that God's grace may ever keep the most ardent among us always faithful with our own soul, abidingin the Lord, and rejoicing in him!

I have done. This is my word to workers. Let me only say to you for whom there has seemed nothing in the sermon, if you arenot workers for Christ, you are workers against him. "He that is not with me is against me; and he that gathereth not withme scattereth abroad." O souls, why should you stand out against the Savior? Why should you resist him? Bleeding out his lifefor his enemies, the mirror of disinterested love, what is there in him that can make you fight againsthim? Drop your weapons, man! Drop them to-night, I charge you by the living God! And come now, ask pardon through theprecious blood, and it shall be given you. Seek a new heart, and a right spirit. The Holy Ghost will work it. From this nightbe a worker for Christ. The church wants you. The armies of Christ need recruiting. Take the proffered blessing, and becomea soldier of the cross; and may the Lord build up his Zion by many of you who were not his people aforetime, but of whom itissaid: "They were not my people, but they shall be the people of the living God."

"The Treasury Of David."

By C. H. Spurgeon. Vols. I & II.

This Work is the substance of many Libraries. It contains the essence of all the commentators upon the Psalms, both ancientand modern. Besides containing original observations by the Author, it is crowded with the wisdom of hundreds of the mosteminent writers. Reviewers pronounce the work to be of the highest value. The volumes are published at 8s. each, and containfar more matter than is generally sold for half a guinea. Vol. I. is now in the fourth thousand.

Published by PASSMORE & ALABASTER, Paternoster Row, and may be had of all Booksellers.