The Two Effects Of The Gospel
SERMON DELIVERED ON SABBATH MORNING, MAY 27, 1855, BY THE REV. C. H. SPURGEON, AT EXETER HALL, STRAND.
“For we are unto God a sweet savor of Christ, in them that are saved and in them that perish. To the one we are the savor of death unto death, and to the other the savor of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?” 2 Corinthians 2:15, 16.
THESE are the words of Paul, speaking on the behalf of himself and his brothers, the apostles. They are true concerning all those who by the Spirit are chosen, qualified and thrust into the vineyard to preach God’s gospel. I have often admired the 14th verse of this chapter, especially when I have remembered from whose lips the words fell, “Now thanks be unto God, which always causes us to triumph in Christ and makes manifest the savor of His knowledge by us in every place.” Picture Paul, the aged, the man who had been beaten five times with “forty stripes save one,” who had been dragged forth for dead, the man of great sufferings who had passed through whole seas of persecution—only think of him saying, at the close of his ministerial career, “Now thanks be unto God, which always causes us to triumph in Christ”! To triumph when shipwrecked, to triumph when scourged, to triumph in the stocks, to triumph under the stones, to triumph amidst the hiss of the world! To triumph when he was driven from the city and shook off the dust from his feet—to triumph at all times in Christ Jesus!
Now, if some ministers of modern times should talk thus, we would think little of it for they enjoy the world’s applause. They can always go to their place in ease and peace. They have an admiring people and no open foes—against them not a dog moves his tongue—everything is safe and pleasant. For them to say, “Now thanks be unto God, which always causes us to triumph” is a very little thing. But for one like Paul—so trampled on, so tried, so distressed, to say it—then we say, out spoke a hero—here is a man who had true faith in God and in the divinity of his mission!
And, my brothers, how sweet is that consolation which Paul applied to his own heart amid all his troubles. “Notwithstanding all,” he says, “God makes known the savor of His knowledge by us in every place.” Ah, with this thought, a minister may lay his head upon his pillow—“God makes manifest the savor of His knowledge.” With this he may shut his eyes when his career is over and with this he may open them in heaven—“God has made known by me the savor of His knowledge in every place.” Then follow the words of my text, of which I shall speak, dividing it into three particulars. Our first remark shall be that although the gospel is “a sweet savor” in every place, yet it produces different effects in different per sons—“to one it is the savor of death unto death, and to the other the savor of life unto life.” Our second observation shall be, that ministers of the gospel are not responsible for their success, for it is said, “We are unto God a sweet savor of Christ in them that are saved, and in them that perish.” And thirdly, the gospel minister’s place is by no means a light one— his duty is very weighty.
The apostle, himself, said, “Who is sufficient for these things?”
Our first remark is that THE GOSPEL PRODUCES DIFFERENT EFFECTS. It must seem a strange thing, but it is strangely true that there is scarcely ever a good thing in the world of which some little evil is not the consequence. Let the sun shine in brilliance—it shall moisten the wax, it shall harden clay. Let it pour down floods of light on the tropics— it will cause vegetation to be extremely luxuriant, the richest and choicest fruits shall ripen and the fairest of all flowers shall bloom—but who does not know that there the worst of reptiles and the most venomous snakes are also brought forth? So it is with the gospel. Although it is the very sun of righteousness to the world, although it is God’s best gift, alt hough nothing can be in the least comparable to the vast amount of benefit which it bestows upon the human race, yet even of that we must con fess that sometimes it is the “savor of death unto death.” But then we are not to blame the gospel for this. It is not the fault of God’s truth. It is the fault of those who do not receive it. It is the “savor of life unto life” to everyone that listens to its sound with a heart that is open to its reception. It is only “death unto death” to the man who hates the truth, despises it, scoffs at it and tries to oppose its progress. It is of that character we must speak first.
The gospel is to some men “a savor of death unto death.” Now, this depends very much upon what the gospel is because there are some things called, “gospel,” that are “a savor of death unto death” to every body that hears them. John Berridge says he preached morality till there was not a moral man left in the village. And there is no way of injuring morality like legal preaching. The preaching of good works and the exhorting of men to holiness—as the means of salvation—is very much ad mired in theory—but when brought into practice, it is found not only in effectual, but more than that—it becomes even “a savor of death unto death.”
So it has been found and I think even the great Chalmers, him self, confessed that for years and years before he knew the Lord, he preached nothing but morality and precepts. But he never found a drunkard reclaimed by strewing on him merely the evils of drunkenness. Nor did he find a swearer stop his swearing because he told him the heinousness of the sin. It was not until he began to preach the love of Jesus in His great heart of mercy—it was not until he preached the gospel as it was in Christ—in some of its clearness, fullness, power and the doctrine that, “by grace you are saved, through faith and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God,” that he ever met with success! But when he did preach salvation by faith, by shoals the drunkards came from their cups and swearers refrained their lips from evil speaking! By God’s grace thieves became honest men and unrighteous and ungodly persons bowed to the scepter of Jesus.
But you must confess, as I said before, that though the gospel does in the main produce the best effect upon almost all who hear it either by restraining them from sin, or compelling them to Christ—it is a great fact and a solemn one, upon which I hardly know how to speak this morning—that to some men the preaching of Christ’s gospel is “death unto death,” and produces evil instead of good.
And the first sense is this. Many men are hardened in their sins by hearing the gospel. Oh, ‘tis terribly and solemnly true that of all sinners, some sanctuary sinners are the worst! Those who can dive deepest into sin and have the most quiet consciences and hardest hearts are some who are to be found in God’s own house! I know that a faithful ministry will often prick them and the stern denunciations of a Boanerges will frequently make them shake. I am aware that the word of God will some times make their blood curdle within them. But I know (for I have seen the men) that there are many who turn the grace of God into licentiousness and make even God’s truth a stalkinghorse for the devil and abuse God’s grace to palate their sin.
Such men have I found among those who hear the doctrines of grace in their fullness. They will say, “I am elect, therefore I may swear. I am one of those who were chosen of God before the foundation of the world and, therefore, I may live as I like.” I have seen the man who stood upon the table of a public house and grasping the glass in his hand, said, “Mates! I can say more than any of you. I am one of those who are redeemed with Jesus’ precious blood”—and then he drank his tumbler of ale and danced again before them and sang vile and blasphemous songs. Now, that is a man to whom the gospel is “a savor of death unto death.” He hears the truth, but he perverts it. He takes what is intended by God for his good and what does he do? He commits suicide with it! That knife which was given him to open the secrets of the gospel he drives into his own heart. That which is the purest of all truth and the highest of all morality he turns into the panderer of his vice and makes it a scaffold to aid in building up his wickedness and sin. Are there any of you here like that man—who love to hear the gospel, as you call it—and yet live impurely? Are there any here who can sit down and say you are the children of God and still behave like liege servants of the devil? Be it known unto you that you are liars and hypocrites, for the truth is not in you at all! “If any man is born of God, he cannot sin.”
God’s elect will not be allowed to fall into continual sin. They will never “turn the grace of God into licentiousness.” But it will be their endeavor, as much as in them lies, to keep near to Jesus. Rest assured of this—“By their fruits you shall know them.” “A good tree cannot bring forth corrupt fruit; neither can an evil tree bring forth good fruit.” Such men, however, are continually turning the gospel into evil. They sin with a high hand, from the very fact that they have heard what they consider excuses for their vice. There is nothing under heaven, I conceive, more liable to lead men astray than a perverted gospel. A truth perverted is generally worse than a doctrine which everyone knows to be false. As fire, one of the most useful of the elements can also cause the fiercest of conflagrations, so the gospel, the best thing we have, can be turned to the vilest account. This is one sense in which it is “a savor of death unto death.”
But another. It is a fact that the gospel of Jesus Christ will in crease some men’s damnation at the last great day. Again, I startle myself when I have said it, for it seems too horrible a thought for us to venture to utter—that the gospel of Christ will make hell hotter to some men than it otherwise would have been. Men would all have sunk to hell had it not been for the gospel. The grace of God reclaims “a multitude that no man can number.”
It secures a countless army who “shall be saved in the Lord with an everlasting salvation.” But, at the same time, it causes those who reject it, their damnation to be even more dreadful. And let me tell you why.
First, because men sin against greater light, and the light we have is an excellent measure of our guilt. What a Hottentot might do without a crime would be the greatest sin to me because I am taught better. And what some even in London might do with impunity—set down, as it might be, as a sin by God, but not so exceedingly sinful—would be to me the very height of transgression because I have from my youth up been tutored to piety. The gospel comes upon men like the light from heaven. What a wanderer must he be who strays in the light! If he who is blind falls into the ditch, we can pity him, but if a man, with the light on his eyeballs dashes himself from the precipice and loses his own soul, is not pity out of the question?—
“How they deserve the deepest hell, That slight the joys above!
What chains of vengeance must they feel, Who laugh at sovereign love!”
It will increase your condemnation, I tell you all, unless you find Jesus Christ to be your Savior. To have had the light and not to walk by it shall be the condemnation, the very essence of it. This shall be the virus of the guilt—that the “light came into the world and the darkness comprehend ed it not,” for “men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds are evil.”
Again—it must increase your condemnation if you oppose the gospel. If God devises a scheme of mercy and man rises up against it, how great must his sin be? Who shall tell the great guilt incurred by such men as Pilate, Herod and the Jews? Oh, who shall picture out, or even faintly sketch, the doom of those who cried, “Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” And who shall tell what place in hell shall be hot enough for the man who slanders God’s minister, who speaks against His people, who hates His truth, who would, if he could, utterly cut off the godly from the land? Ah, God help the infidel! God help the blasphemer! God save his soul—for of all men least would I choose to be that man! Do you think, sirs, that God will not take account of what men have said? One man has cursed Christ. He has called Him a charlatan. Another has declared, (knowing that he spoke a lie), that the gospel was otherwise. A third has pro claimed his licentious maxims and then has pointed to God’s word and said, “There are worse things there!” A fourth has abused God’s ministers and held up their imperfections to ridicule.
Do you think God shall forget all this at the last day? When His enemies come before Him, shall He take them by the hand and say, “The other day you did call My servant a dog and spit on him and for this I will give you heaven”? Rather, if the sin has not been canceled by the blood of Christ, will He not say, “De part, cursed one, into the hell which you did scoff at! Leave that heaven which you did despise. And learn that though you said there was no God, this right arm shall teach you eternally the lesson that there is one! For he who discovers it not by My works of benevolence shall learn it by My deeds of vengeance—therefore depart, again, I say!”? It shall increase men’s hell that they have opposed God’s truth. Now, is not this a very solemn view of the gospel, that it is, indeed, to many, “a savor of death unto death”?
(3.) Yet, once more. I believe the gospel makes some men in this world more miserable than they would be. The drunkard could drink and could revel in his intoxication with greater joy if he did not hear it said, “All drunkards shall have their portion in the lake that burns with fire and brimstone.” How jovially the Sabbathbreaker would riot through his Sabbaths if the Bible did not say, “Remember the Sabbath, to keep it ho ly”! And how happily could the libertine and licentious man drive on in his mad career if he were not told, “The wages of sin is death and after death the judgment”! But the truth puts the bitter in his cup. The warnings of God freeze the current of his soul. The gospel is like the skeleton at the Egyptian feast.
Though by day he laughed at it, by night he will quiver as the aspen leaf and when the shades of evening gather around him, he will shake at a whisper. At the thought of a future state, his joy is spoiled and immortality, instead of being a benefit to him, is in its very contemplation the misery of his existence! The sweet wooing of mercy are to him no more harmonious than peals of thunder because he knows he despises them. Yes, I have known some who have been in such misery under the gospel because they would not give up their sins, that they have been ready to take their own lives. Oh, terrible thought! The gospel is “a savor of death unto death.” Unto how many here is it so? Who are now hearing God’s word to be damned by it? Who shall retire to be hard ened by the sound of the truth? Why, every man who does not believe it—for unto those that receive it, it is “a savor of life unto life”—but to unbelievers it is a curse and “a savor of death unto death.”
But, blessed be God, the gospel has a second power. Besides being “death unto death,” it is “a savor of life unto life.” Ah, my brothers and sisters, some of us could speak, if we were allowed this morning, of the gospel as being “a savor of life” to us. We can look back to that hour when we were “dead in trespasses and sins.” In vain all Sinai’s thunders, in vain the rousing of the watchmen. We slept on in the deathsleep of our transgressions. An angel could not have awakened us. But we look back with joy to that hour when first we stepped within the walls of a sanctuary and savingly heard the voice of mercy. With some of you it is but a few weeks. I know where you are and who you are. But a few weeks or months ago you, too, were far from God.
But now you are brought to love Him. Can you look back, my brothers and sisters, to that very mo ment when the gospel was “a savor of life” to you—when you did cast away your sins, renounce the lusts and turning to God’s word, by His grace, received it with full purpose of heart? Ah, that hour—of all hours the sweetest! Nothing can be compared with it! I knew a person who for 40 or 50 years had been completely deaf. Sitting one morning at her cottage door as some vehicle was passing, she thought she heard melodious music. It was not music, it was but the sound of the vehicle. Her ears had suddenly opened and that rough sound seemed to her like the music of heaven because it was the first she had heard for so many years! Even so, the first time our ears were opened to hear the words of love—the assurance of our pardon—we never heard the word so well as we did then! It never seemed so sweet. And perhaps, even now, we look back and say—
“What peaceful hours I then enjoyed! How sweet their memory still!”
When first it was “a savor of life” unto our souls!
Then, beloved, if it ever has been “a savor of life,” it will always be “a savor of life,” because it says it is not a savor of life unto death, but “a savor of life unto life.” Now I must aim another blow at my antagonists the Arminians. I cannot help it. They will have it that sometimes the gos el is a savor of life unto death. They tell us that a man may receive spiritual life and yet may die eternally. That is to say, a man may be forgiven and yet be punished afterwards. He may be justified from all sin and yet after that, his transgressions can be laid on his shoulders again. They say a man may be born of God and yet die.
A man may be loved of God and yet God may hate him tomorrow. Oh, I cannot bear to speak of such doctrines of lies! Let those believe them that will. As for me, I so deeply believe in the Immutable Love of Jesus, that I suppose that if one believer were to be in hell, Christ, Himself, would not long stay in heaven, but would soon cry, “To the rescue! To the rescue!” Oh, if Jesus Christ were in glory with one of the gems missing in His crown, and Satan had that gem in hell, Satan would say, “Aha, Prince of light and glory, I have one of Your jewels!” And he would hold it up and then he would say, “Aha, You did die for this man, but You had not strength enough to save him. You did love him once—where is Your love? It is not worth having, for You did hate him afterwards!” And how would Satan chuckle over that heir of heaven and hold him up and say, “This man was redeemed. Jesus Christ purchased him with His blood”—and plunging him in the waves of hell, he would say, “There, purchased one! See how I can rob the Son of God!” And then again he would say, “This man was forgiven! Behold the justice of God! He is to be punished after he is forgiven. Christ suffered for this man’s sins and yet,” says Satan with a malignant joy, “I have him afterwards, for God exacted the punishment twice!”
Shall that ever be said? Ah, no. It is “a savor of life unto life,” and not of life unto death. Away with your vile gospel, Arminian! Preach it where you please. But my Master said, “I give unto My sheep eternal life.” You give to your sheep temporary life and they lose it. But my Master says, “I give unto My sheep ETERNAL life and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of My hands.” I generally wax warm when I get to this subject because I think few doctrines more vital than that of the perseverance of the saints. If ever one child of God did perish, or if I knew it were possible that one could, I should conclude at once that I must and I suppose each of you would do the same. And then where is the joy and happiness of the gospel? Again I tell you the Arminian gospel is the shell without the kernel. It is the husk without the fruit and those who love it may have it. We will not quarrel with them. Let them go and preach it.
Let them go and tell poor sinners that if they believe in Jesus they will be damned after all—that Jesus Christ will forgive them and yet the Father send them to hell. Go and preach your gospel, Arminian and who will listen to it? And if they do listen, is it worth their hearing? I say no. For if I am to stand after conversion on the same footing as I did be fore conversion, then it is of no use for me to have been converted at all. But whom He loves He loves to the end—
“Once in Christ, in Christ forever— Nothing from His love can sever.”
It is “a savor of life unto life.” And not only “life unto life” in this world, but of “life unto life” eternal! Everyone who has this life shall receive the next life. For “the Lord will give grace and glory and no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly.”
I am obliged to leave this point. But if my Master will but take it up and make His word a savor of “life unto life” this morning, I shall rejoice in what I have said.
II. Our second remark was that THE MINISTER IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS SUCCESS. He is responsible for what he preaches. He is accountable for his life and actions. But he is not responsible for other people. If I do but preach God’s word, if there never were a soul saved, the King would say, “Well done, good and faithful servant!” If I do but tell my message—if none should listen to it—He would say, “You have fought the good fight—receive your crown.” You hear the words of the text—“We are unto God a sweet savor of Christ, as well in them that perish, as in them that are saved.” This will appear clearer, if I just tell you what a gospel minister is called in the Bible. Sometimes he is called an ambassador.
Now, for what is an ambassador responsible? He goes to a country as a diplomatic agent. He carries terms of peace to the conference—he uses all his talents for his master. He tries to show that the war is inimical to the prosperity of the different countries. He endeavors to bring about peace—but the other kings haughtily refuse it. When he comes home, does his master say, “Why did you not make peace?” “Why, my Lord,” he would say, “I told them the terms. But they said nothing.”
“Well, then,” he will say, “you have done your duty. I am not to condemn you if the war continues.” Again—the minister of the gospel is called a fisherman. Now a fisherman is not responsible for the quantity of fish he catches, but for the way he fishes. That is a mercy for some ministers, I am sure, for they have neither caught fish, nor even attracted any around their nets. They have been spending all their life fishing with most elegant silk lines and gold and silver hooks. They always use nicely polished phrases, but the fish will not bite for all that. Whereas we of a rougher order have put the hook into the jaws of hundreds; however, if we cast the gospel net in the right place, even if we catch none, the Master will find no fault with us.
He will say, “Fisherman! Did you labor? Did you throw the net into the sea in the time of storms?” “Yes, my Lord, I did.” “What have you caught?” “Only one or two.”
“Well, I could have sent you a shoal, if it so pleased Me. It is not your fault. I give in My sovereignty where I please, or withhold when I choose. But as for you, you have well labored; therefore there is your reward.” Sometimes the minister is called a sower. Now, no farmer expects a sower to be responsible for the harvest. All he is responsible for is—does he sow the seed? And does he sow the right seed? If he scatters it on good soil, then he is hap py. But if it falls by the wayside and the fowls of the air devour it, who shall blame the sower? Could he help it? No, he did his duty. He scattered the seed broadcast and there he left it. Who is to blame? Certainly not the sower. So, beloved, if a minister comes to heaven with but one sheaf on his shoulder, his Master will say, “O reaper! Once a sower! Where did you gather your sheaf?”
“My Lord, I sowed upon the rock and it would not grow, only one seed on a chance Sunday morning was blown a little awry by the wind and it fell on a prepared heart. And this is my one sheaf.” “Hallelujah!” the angelic choirs resound, “one sheaf from a rock is more honor to God than a thousand sheaves from a good soil— therefore let him take his seat as near the Throne as yon man, who, stooping beneath his many sheaves, comes from some fertile land, bring his sheaves with him.” I believe that if there are degrees in glory, they will not be in proportion to success, but in proportion to the earnestness of our endeavors. If we mean right and if with all our heart we strive to do the right thing, as ministers—if we never see any effect—still shall we receive the crown. But how much more happy is the man who shall have it in heaven said to him, “He shines forever, because he was wise and won many souls unto righteousness”?
It is always my greatest joy to believe that if I should enter heaven, I shall in future days see heaven’s gates open and in shall fly a cherub, who, looking me in the face, will smilingly pass along to God’s Throne and there bow down before Him. And when he has paid his homage and his adoration, he may fly to me and though, unknown, shall clasp my hand. And if there were tears in heaven, surely I should weep and he would say, “Brother, from your lips I heard the word. Your voice first admonished me of my sin. Here I am and you the instrument of my salvation.” And as the gates open one after another, still will they come in, souls ransomed, souls ransomed. And for each one of these a star—for each one of these another gem in the diadem of glory—for each one of them another honor and another note in the song of praise.
Blessed be that man who shall die in the Lord and his works shall follow him. For thus says the Spirit. What will become of some good Christians now in Exeter Hall if crowns in heaven are measured in value by the souls that are saved? Some of you will have a crown in heaven without a single star in it. I read a little while ago a piece upon the starless crown in heaven— a man in heaven with a crown without a star! Not one saved by him! He will sit in heaven as happy as he can be, for sovereign mercy saved him. But oh, to be in heaven without a single star! Mother!
What do you say to be in heaven without one of your children to deck your brow with a star? Minister! What would you say to be a polished preacher and yet have no star? Writer! Will it well become you to have written even as gloriously as Milton, if you should be found in heaven without a star? I am afraid we pay too little regard to this. Men will sit down and write huge folios and books that they may have them put in libraries forever and have their names handed down by fame! But how few are looking to win stars forever in heaven! Toil on, child of God, toil on! For if you wish to serve God, your bread cast upon the waters shall be found after many days. If you send in the feet of the ox or the donkey, you shall reap a glorious harvest in that day when He comes to gather in His elect. The minister is not responsible for his success.
III. But yet, in the last place, TO PREACH THE GOSPEL IS HIGH AND SOLEMN WORK. The ministry has been very often degraded into a trade. In these days, men are taken and made into ministers who would have made good captains at sea, who could have waited well at the counter, but who were never intended for the pulpit. They are selected by man, they are crammed with literature, they are educated up to a certain point, they are turned out ready dressed. And persons call them ministers. I wish them all Godspeed, every one of them, for as good Joseph Irons used to say, “God be with many of them if it is only to make them hold their tongues.”
Manmade ministers are of no use in this world and the sooner we get rid of them, the better! Their way is this—they prepare their manuscripts very carefully, then read it on the Sunday most sweetly in sottovoce, and so the people go away pleased. But that is not God’s way of preaching! If so, I am sufficient to preach forever, I can buy man uscript sermons for a shilling, that is to say, provided they have been preached fifty times before. But if I use them for the first time, the price is a guinea, or more! But that is not the way. Preaching God’s word is not what some seem to think, mere child’s play—a mere business or trade to be taken up by anyone. A man ought to feel first that he has a solemn call to it. Next, he ought to know that he really possesses the Spirit of God and that when he speaks, there is an influence upon him that enables him to speak as God would have him. Otherwise he has no business in the pulpit. He has no right to be there, even if the living is his own property. He has not been called to preach God’s truth and unto him God says, “What have you to do, to declare My statutes?”
But you say “What is there difficult about preaching God’s gospel?” Well it must be somewhat hard, for Paul said, “Who is sufficient for these things?” And first I will tell you, it is difficult because it is so hard as not to be warped by your own prejudices in preaching the word. You need to say a stern thing and your heart says, “Master! In so doing you will condemn yourself.” Then the temptation is not to say it.
Another trial is, you are afraid of displeasing the rich in your congregations. You think, “If I say suchandsuch a thing, SoandSo will be offended—such an one does not approve of that doctrine. I had better leave it out.” Or perhaps you will happen to win the applause of the multitude and you must not say anything that will displease them, for if they cry, “Hosanna,” today, they will cry, “Crucify, crucify,” tomorrow. All these things work on a minister’s heart. He is a man like you, and he feels it. Then comes again the sharp knife of criticism, and the arrows of those who hate him, and hate his Lord, and he cannot help feeling it sometimes. He may put on his armor and cry, “I care not for your malice,” but there were seasons when the archers sorely grieved even Joseph.
Then he stands in another danger, lest he should come out and de fend himself. For he is a great fool whoever tries to do it. He who leaves his detractors alone and, like the eagle, cares not for the chattering of the sparrows, or like the lion will not turn aside to rend the snarling jackal— he is the man—and he shall be honored. But the danger is we want to set ourselves right. And oh, who is sufficient to steer clear from these rocks of danger? Rather, “Who is sufficient,” my brothers, “for these things?”—To stand up and to proclaim Sabbath after Sabbath, and weekday after weekday, “the unsearchable riches of Christ”?
Having said this much, I may draw the inference—to close up—which is—if the gospel is “a savor of life unto life,” and if the minister’s work is solemn work, how well it becomes all lovers of the truth to plead for all those who preach it, that they may be “sufficient for these things.” To lose my prayerbook, as I have often told you, is the worst thing that can happen to me. To have no one to pray for me would place me in a dread ful condition! “Perhaps,” says a good poet, “the day when the world shall perish will be the day it is unwhitened by a prayer.” And perhaps the day when a minister turns aside from the truth of God, will be the day when his people fail to pray for him—when there was not a single voice supplicating grace on his behalf. I am sure it must be so with me.
Give me the numerous hosts of men and women whom it has been my pride and glo ry to see in my place before I came to this hall—give me those praying people who on the Monday evening met in such a multitude to pray to God for a blessing—and we will overcome hell, itself, in spite of all that may oppose us! All our perils are nothing, so long as we have prayer. In crease my congregation. Give me the polite and the noble—give me influence and understanding—and I should fail to do anything without a praying church! My beloved! Shall I ever lose your prayers? Will you ever cease your supplications? Our toils are nearly ended in this great place and happy shall we be to return to our muchloved sanctuary. Will you then ever cease to pray? I fear you have not uttered so many prayers this morning as you should have done. I fear there has not been so much earnest devotion as might have been poured forth. For my own part, I have not felt the wondrous power I sometimes experience. I will not lay it at your doors. But never let it be said, “Those people, once so fervent, have become cold!” Let not Laodiceanism get into Southwark. Let us leave it here in the West End, if it is to be anywhere. Let us not carry it with us. Let us “strive together for the faith once delivered unto the saints”—and knowing in what a sad position the standard bearer stands, I beseech you rally round him. For it will be ill with the army—
“If the standard bearer falls, as fall full well he may. For never saw I promise yet, of such a deadly fray.”
Stand up my friends! Grasp the banner yourselves, and maintain it erect until the day shall come, when standing on the last conquered castle of hell’s domains; we shall raise the shout, “Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! The Lord God omnipotent reigns!” Till that time, fight on!