SWEET
STIMULANTS FOR THE FAINTING SOUL
SERMON NO. 2798 - DELIVERED BY C.
H. SPURGEON,
AT NEW PARK STREET CHAPEL,
ON A LORD’S-DAY EVENING, IN THE WINTER OF 1860.
"O my God, my
soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land
of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar."
— Psalm 42:6.
HERE
is a common complaint of God’s people; and
here are two remedies, which David, wisely
guided of God, administers with discretion. Let us direct
our meditation in this order; first, let us talk of the complaint; and
then, secondly, let us look into the divine medicine
chest, and use the remedies there provided.
I.
LET
US TALK OF
THE COMPLAINT:
"O my God, my soul is cast down
within me."
We do not know what
was the precise reason why David’s soul was cast down.
Perhaps it was because he had been driven out of the royal city by his
own son, — the son whom he had petted and pampered, and thereby made
a rod for his own back. We are pretty sure that he was now denied the
privilege of going up to the house of God; he could not now join with
the multitude that kept holy day. These two things
probably worked together to cast down his spirit, — his absence
from the tabernacle, and the cause of that absence.
I am not sure, however, that these two
things combined would have been enough to cast down David’s spirit, if
it had not been for a more bitter ingredient in his cup of sadness. There
have been good men in circumstances similar to David’s at that time, who
even then could gird up the loins of their mind, and hope to the end. When
bitten by that which is sharper than a serpent’s tooth, — an
ungrateful child, and debarred from the house of God, they have even then
been able to stay themselves upon the Lord, and to rejoice in the Most
High God. The real reason of the psalmist's distress was, no doubt, that
God had, at least to some degree, hidden his face from him, and therefore
the flowers of his graces all drooped, and his joy, which erstwhile did
sparkle in the sunlight of God’s countenance, was now dim and dark.
Troubles may distress the outward man, but they cannot distress the soul
of the child of God while he feels the Lord Jehovah to be his everlasting
strength. Yea, it sometimes happens that the very pressure, which weighs
down the scale of his earthly hopes, tends to lift up the opposite scale
of his spiritual peace. As long as God is with him, trials are nought, for
he casts them upon Jehovah; but once let God withdraw from him for a
while, and he is troubled; that mountain, which seemed to stand fast,
begins to rock and shake, and to prove the instability and insufficiency
of all mortal grounds of confidence.
The causes of our being cast down are very
numerous. Sometimes, it is pain of body; peradventure, a wearing pain,
which tries the nerves, prevents sleep, distracts our attention, drives
away comfort, and hides contentment from our eyes. Often, too, has it been
debility of body; some secret disease has been sapping and undermining the
very strength of our life, and we knew not that it was there, while we
have been drawing nigh insensibly to the gates of death. We have wondered
that we were low in spirits, whereas it would have been a thousand wonders
if we had not been depressed. We have marveled that we have been cast
down, whereas the physician would tell us that this was but one of many
symptoms which proved that we were not right as to our bodily health. Not
infrequently has some crushing calamity been the cause of depression of
spirit. Trial has succeeded trial, all your hopes have been blasted, your
very means of sustenance have been suddenly snatched from you; while all
your needs have remained, the supplies have been withdrawn from you. At
other times, it has been bereavement that has brought you down very low.
The axe has been at work in the forest of your domestic joys. Tree after
tree has fallen; those from whom you plucked the ripest fruits of sweet
society and kindred fellowship have been cut down by the ruthless
woodsman; you have seen them taken away from you for ever so far as this
world is concerned. Or else it may be that you have been slandered, your
good has been evil spoken of, your holiest motives have been
misinterpreted, your divinest aspirations have been misrepresented, and
you have gone about as with a sword in your bone while the malicious have
taunted you, saying, "Where is now thy God?" The cases of
depression of spirit are so various that it must be indeed a rare panacea,
a marvelous remedy, which would suit them all. Yet, when we come to speak
of the remedies mentioned in our text, we shall find them suitable to most
of these cases, if not to all; — and to all in a degree, if not to the
fullest extent.
Let us pass now, from the most obvious, to
the more subtle causes of soul-dejection. This complaint is very common
among God’s people. When the young believer has first to suffer from it,
he thinks that he cannot be a child of God "for," saith he,
"if I were a child of God, should I be thus?" What fine dreams
some of us have when we are just converted! We fancy that we are going to
sail straight away to heaven, and to have a prosperous voyage all the way;
the wind is always to blow fairly for us, there is never to be a rough
wave, no storm-cloud is to hover over the ship all the day long; and if
there are any nights, the stars will be so brilliant that it will be as
bright as day. Or, possibly, we imagine that we have come into a country
where everybody will be kind to us, where all circumstances will be
propitious to us, where everything will tend to nurture our piety, and our
own hearts, forsooth, will for ever get rid of legal terrors and perilous
alarms. Oh, silly creatures that we are if we dream thus foolishly! We
know not what we are born to in our second birth; for, as a man is born to
trouble by his first birth, when he is born a second time, he is born to a
double share of trouble. Then, he was born to physical and mental trouble;
but now that he is born again, he is born to spiritual trouble; and as he
shall have new joys, so shall he also have a long list of new sorrows.
All that, however, is unknown to us at the
first; and when it comes upon us, it surprises us. Am I now
addressing one who is ready to exclaim, "I will give up all hope; I
am sure I cannot be a child of God because I am so cast down"? O thou
simple soul, the most advanced saints suffer in just the same way! Men who
have been for forty, fifty, sixty years, followers of Christ, complain
that, sometimes, it is a question with them whether they have ever known
Christ at all. There are seasons with them when they would, if they could,
creep into any mouse-hole, and hide their heads, rather than be seen among
God’s people, because they fear that they are hypocrites, and that the
root of the matter is not in them. Why, I tell you, young Christians, that
the most experienced believers, the men who have great doctrinal knowledge
and much experimental wisdom, the men who have lived very near to God, and
have had the most rapt and intimate fellowship with their Lord and Savior,
are the very men who have their ebbs, and their winters, and their times
when it is a moot point with them whether they do really love the Lord or
no. Even the apostle Paul was not exempt from doubts and fears, for he
wrote, "We were troubled on every side;
without were fightings, within were fears;" and, on
another occasion, "I keep under my body, and
bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to
others, I myself should be a castaway." The man after God’s
own heart, even David, a man of experience so deep that none of us can
fully decipher, much less rival it, — a man of love so fervent that few
of us can do more than aspire to catch the hallowed flame, —
nevertheless, had to cry aloud, and that very often, "O
my God, my soul is cast down within me!"
"But," says one, "this
deathlike faintness comes upon me so often therefore I cannot be a child
of God." Ay, but let me tell thee that, possibly, it will come
oftener yet; or, should it come more seldom, if thou shalt have weeks of
pleasure, or even months of enjoyment, it is just possible that thy doubts
will then be doubled in intensity, and thy soul have yet greater trials to
experience. So great a Savior is provided for our deliverance that we must
expect to have great castings down from which we need to be delivered.
Why, believer, what are one half of the
promises worth if we are not the subjects of doubts and fears? Why hath
Jehovah given us so many shalls and wills but because he knew that we
should have so many accursed ifs and peradventures.? He would never have
given us such a well-filled storehouse of comfort if he had not foreseen
that we should have a full measure of sorrow. God never makes greater
provision than will be needed; so, as there is an abundance of
consolations, we may rest assured that there will be an abundance of
tribulations also. There will be much fear and casting down, to each of
us, before we see the face of God in heaven. This disease of
soul-dejection is common to all the saints, there are none of God's people
who altogether escape it.
Let me go a step further, and say that the
disease mentioned in our text, although it is exceedingly painful, is not
at all dangerous. When a man has the toothache, it is often very
distressing, but it does not kill him. There have been some, who have
foolishly and peevishly wished to die to escape from the pain, but nobody
does die of it. The bills of mortality are not swelled by its victims.
And, in like manner, God’s children are much vexed with their doubts and
fears, but they are never killed by them. They are a great trouble, but
they are not like a mortal disease; they are sorely vexatious, but they
are not destructive. Why, it is possible for you to have real faith, and
yet to have the most grievous unbelief! "Oh!" say you, "how
can faith and unbelief live together?" They cannot live together in
peace, but they may dwell together in the same heart. Remember what our
Lord Jesus said to Peter "O thou of little
faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?" He did not say,
"O thou of no faith," but "of little faith." Thus
there was some faith, though there was also much doubt. So, in the
psalmist, there was some faith, — there was, indeed, a great deal of
faith, — for he said, "O my God," and it takes great faith
truly to say "my God." Yet is there not also great unbelief
here? Otherwise, would his soul have been cast down at all? But,
meanwhile, had he not the yearnings of lively hope in God? If not, would
he have dared to say, "Therefore will I
remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the
hill Mizar ?"
The fact is, we are the strangest mixture
of contradictions that ever was known. We never shall be able to
understand ourselves. God knows us altogether; but we shall never, at
least in this life, completely comprehend ourselves. You remember that
verse about the holy women at the sepulcher of Christ; after they had
heard the angel’s message, "they departed
quickly from the sepulcher with fear and great joy." What
a strange mixture! On the one hand, we have the golden fruit of joy; and
on the other hand, the black fruit of fear. So it makes a kind of
checker-work; there are blacks and whites, joys and sorrows, bliss and
mourning, mingled together. The highest joy and the deepest sorrow may be
found in the Christian; and the truest faith and yet the most grievous
doubts may meet together in the child of God. Of course, they only meet
there to make his heart a battlefield; but there they may meet, and his
faith may be real while his doubts are grievous.
I would remark, yet further, that not only
is it possible for a man thus to be cast down, and yet to have true faith
all the while, but he may actually be growing in grace while he is cast
down; ay, and he may really be standing higher when
he is cast down than he did when he stood upright. Strange riddle!
but we, who have passed through this experience, know that it is true.
When we are flat on our faces, we are generally the nearest to heaven.
When we sink the
lowest in our own esteem, we rise the highest in fellowship
with Christ, and in knowledge of him. Someone said, "The way to
heaven is not upward, but downward." There is some truth in the
saying; though it is upward in Christ, it is
downward in self; as Dr. Watts sings, —
"The more
thy glories strike mine eyes,
The humbler I shall lie."
The inverse is equally
true;
the humbler I lie at my Savior’s feet,
the more his glories strike mine eyes."
This very casting
down into the dust sometimes enables the Christian to bear
a blessing from God which he could not have carried if he had been standing
upright. There is such a thing as being crushed with a load of grace,
bowed down with a tremendous weight of benedictions, having such blessings
from God that, if our soul were not cast down by them, they would
be the ruin of us. It is a good thing for us, sometimes, when fears
affright us, and prosperity distresses us. Some of
you may not understand what I am saying, you
will not until you have this experience of which I have
been speaking; but it doth so happen that bitters often do cleanse and
sweeten the spiritual palate of God’s children,
while there are sweets which make their mouth
full of bitters. I know that I have myself had songs in the night
after I have had groaning during the day; and, often, a salutary blow
from God’s loving hand, though it has made me
smart, has cured me of some other far more
baneful smart. Where kisses wounded, blows have healed.
The Christian life
is a riddle, and most surely are God’s people familiar with
that riddle in their experience. They must work it out before they can
understand it. So I say again that this casting down
is consistent with the most elevated degree
of piety. Depression of spirit is no index of declining grace;
the very loss of joy and the absence of assurance may be accompanied
by the greatest advancement in the spiritual life. Mark you, if it
continues month after month, and even year after year, then it is a sign
of great weakness of faith; but if it cometh
only occasionally, as clouds pass over our sky, it is well. We do
not want rain all the days of the week, and all the weeks of the year; but
if the rain comes sometimes, it makes the fields fertile, and fills the water brooks;
and after the shower has fallen, and the sun shines out again, it puts a
new brightness upon the face of nature, and makes the birds clear their
throats, and sing a new song. The earth never looks so beautiful as when
she riseth up like one that hath laved his face in the brook, and, in the
shining water, showeth the freshness of her verdure, and telleth of the
wondrous skill with which God hath been pleased to adorn her. Even so is
it with the Christian when he cometh forth from great and sore troubles,
his harp returned, his psaltery vocal with praise, and his lips gratefully
confessing to his God, "Thou hast increased
my greatness, and comforted me on every side."
Painful as is this disease of soul —
dejection, it is often very helpful to our spirit when we are obliged to
cry, with David, "O my God, my soul is cast
down within me." To be cast down, is often the best thing
that could happen to us. Do you ask, "Why?" Because, when we are
cast down, it checks our pride. We are very apt to grow too big; it is a
good thing for us to be taken down a notch or two. We sometimes rise so
high, in our own estimation, that unless the Lord took away some of our
joy, we should be utterly destroyed by pride. Were it not for this thorn
in the flesh, we should be exalted beyond measure.
Besides, when this down casting comes, it
gets us to work at self — examination. That religion, which had begun to
be a matter of form and ritual to us, becomes a thing to be considered in
deeper earnest; we look at it as a real thing because of our real doubts.
Often, I am sure, when your house has been made to shake, it has caused
you to see whether it was founded upon a rock. While your ship had nothing
but fine weather, you sailed along too presumptuously; but when the storm
threatened, then it was that you reefed your sails, and turned to your
chart to find your latitude and longitude, fearing that there might be
danger ahead. So you get good to your soul by being made to examine
yourself. A great loss in business has sometimes helped a man to become
rich; for he has been more careful in his dealings afterwards. He has
begun to change a system of trade which, perhaps, might have brought him
to insolvency, and thus his business has been put upon a firmer footing
than before. Even so, this down casting of spirit, by leading us to search
ourselves, may help, in the end, to make us all the richer in grace. When
our soul is cast down within us we begin to have closer dealings with
Christ than we had before. A long continuance of
calm induces listlessness. There is a way of being wanton towards
Christ. We begin to think that we can do without him; we imagine that
we have such a store of ready money that we can trade on our own account.
But when gloomy doubts arise, we go back to the place where our
spiritual life commenced, and we sing again,-
"Nothing
in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling."
There is such a
tendency, in all the branches of the living and true Vine, to try
to bring forth fruit without deriving nourishment from the stem; so the
Lord, every now and then, takes away the visible
flowing of divine consolation, in order that
we may consciously realize our entire dependence
upon him. When you and I were little boys, and we were out at
eventide walking with our father, we used sometimes to run on a long
way ahead; but, by-and-by, there was a big dog loose
on the road, and it is astonishing how
closely we clung to our father then. You remember how John
Bunyan depicts that trait in the character of the children who went on
pilgrimage with their mother, Christiana. "When
they were. come up to the place where the
lions were, the boys that went before were glad to cringe behind,
for they were afraid of the lions; so they stepped back, and went behind.
At this their guide smiled, and said, ‘How now, my boys, do you love
to go before when no danger doth approach, and love to come behind as
soon as the lions appear!’" Just so is it with our doubts and
fears. We run so far ahead that we lose sight
of Christ; frightful things alarm us, and then
we flee back again to the shadow of his cross. This experience is good
and healthful for us.
One other benefit
that we derive from being cast down is, that it qualifies us
to sympathize with others. If we had never been in trouble ourselves, we
should be very poor comforters of others. It would
do most physicians good if they were
required, occasionally, to drink some of their own medicine.
It would be no disadvantage to a surgeon if he once knew what it
was to have a broken bone; you may depend upon it that his touch would
be more tender afterwards; he would not be so rough
with his patients as he might have been if he
had never felt such pain himself. Show me a man who
has never had a trial, and I will show you a man who has no heart.
Above all things,
save me from the man who has never had any trouble all his
life; let me not go into his house, or be near him anywhere else. If I am
sick, let him not even pass by my window, lest his
shadow should fall upon me, and make me
worse; for he must be a cold-hearted, unsympathetic man,
if he has never known a trial, and has never had to pass through the
furnace of affliction. I know that, whenever God
chooses a man for the ministry, and means to
make him useful, if that man hopes to have an easy life
of it, he will be the most disappointed mortal in the world. From the
day when God calls him to be one of his captains,
and says to him, "See, I have made
thee to be a leader of the hosts of Israel,"
he must accept all that his commission
includes, even if that involves a sevenfold measure of abuse,
misrepresentation, and slander. We need greater soul-exercise than any
of our flock, or else we shall not keep ahead of them. We shall not be
able to teach others unless God thus teaches us. We
must have fellowship with Christ in suffering
as well a fellowship in faith, Still, with all its drawbacks,
it is a blessed service, and we would not retire from it. Did we not
accept all this with our commission? Then we should be cowards and deserters
if we were to turn back. These castings down of the spirit are part
of our calling. If you are to be a good soldier of Jesus Christ, you must
endure hardness. You will have to lie in the
trenches, sometimes, with a bullet lodged
here or there, with a sabre-cut on your forehead, or an arm or a
leg shot away; where there is war, there must be wounds, and there, must
be war where there is to be victory.
II.
I
shall not say more about our being cast down, I have probably said
sufficient about the disease, so now let us open the great medicine-chest,
and examine THE TWO REMEDIES
here mentioned: "O
my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee
from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, and from the hill Mizar."
The first
remedy for soul-dejection is, a reference of ourselves to God, as David
says, "O my God, my soul is cast down
within me: therefore will I remember thee."
If thou hast a trouble to bear, the best thing for thee to do is
not to try to bear it at all, but to cast it upon the shoulders of the
Eternal.
If thou hast
anything that perplexes thee, the simplest plan for thee will be, not
to try to solve the difficulty, but to seek direction from heaven concerning
it. If thou hast, at this moment, some doubt that is troubling thee,
thy wisest plan will be, not to combat the doubt, but to come to Christ
just as thou art, and to refer the doubt to him. Remember how men act
when they are concerned in a lawsuit; if they are wise, they do not
undertake the case themselves. They know our
familiar proverb, "He who is his own
lawyer has a fool for his client;" so they take their case to someone
who is able to deal with it, and leave it with him. Well, now, if
men have not sufficient skill to deal with matters that come before our
courts of law, do you think that you have skill enough to plead in the
court of heaven against such a cunning old attorney as the devil, who has
earned the name of "the accuser of the
brethren," and well deserves the title?
Never try to plead against him, but put
your case into the hands of our great Advocate, for, "if
any man sin, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the
righteous." So, refer your case to him; he will plead for
you, and win the day. If you should attempt to plead for yourself, it will
cause you a vast amount of trouble, and then you will lose the day after
all.
Often, when I call to see a troubled
Christian, do you know what he is almost sure to say? "Oh, sir, I do
not feel this, — and I do fear that, — and I cannot help thinking the
other!" That great I is the root of all our sorrows, what I feel, or
what I do not feel; that is enough to make anyone miserable. It is a wise
plan to say to such an one, "Oh, yes! I know that all you say about
yourself is only too true; but, now, let me hear what you have to say
about Christ. For the next twenty-four hours at least, leave off thinking
about yourself, and think only of Christ." O my dear friends, what a
change would come over our spirits if we were all to act thus! For, when
we have done with self, and cast all our care upon Christ, there remains
no reason for us to care, or trouble, or fret. That saying of Jack the
Huckster, which I have often repeated, — "I’m a poor sinner, and
nothing at all, but Jesus Christ is my All-in-all;" — describes the
highest experience, though it is also the lowest. It is so simple, and yet
so safe, to live day by day by faith upon the Son of God, who loved me,
and gave himself for me; to be a little child — not a strong man, but a
little child, who cannot fight his own battles, but who gets Jesus to
fight them for him; to be a little weak one, who cannot run alone, but who
must be carried in the arms of the good Shepherd. We are never so strong
as when we are weak, as Paul wrote, "When I
am weak, then am I strong;" and we are never so weak as
when we are strong, never so foolish as when we are wise in our own
conceit, and never so dark as when we think we are full of light. We are
generally best when we think we are worst; when we are empty, we are full;
when we are full, we are empty; when we have nothing, we have all things;
but when we fancy that we are "rich, and
increased with goods, and have need of nothing," we are
like the Laodiceans, and know not that we are "wretched,
and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked." Oh, for
grace to solve these riddles, and so to live, day by day, out of self, and
upon the Lord Jesus Christ!
Let me give you an illustration; it is the
easily-imagined case of a poor old woman, who has no money of her own, but
who has a rich friend, who says to her, " Come to my house every
Saturday, and I will give you so much for a regular allowance; and if
there is anything beside that you need, I will pay for it; all your wants
shall be supplied." He does not give her a large sum of money to keep
by her, for she might not know how to spend it wisely, or she might be
robbed of it, but he gives it to her week by week.
One Saturday morning, the old lady is full
of fear and alarm. If you happen to call upon her just then, you will hear
her complaining, "I have not a farthing in the world; I have just
spent my last sixpence. I have no money in the bank, no houses from which
I can collect the rent; I have nothing but these few things that you see
here, how am I to live with only this?" If you did not know anything
more about the woman, you would sit down, and pity her, would you not? As
it gets to be nearly twelve o’clock, she says, "I must be
going." You ask, "Where?" She replies, "I am going to
my friend who tells me to go to him every Saturday, and he will give me
all I need."
"Why!" you exclaim, "you
silly old soul, you have been telling me all this tale of want, and
exciting my pity, when you are really a rich woman; just because you do
not happen to have it in hand, you have been telling me this pitiful
story, which really is not true." In like manner, when I see an heir
of heaven sitting down, and mourning and weeping because he has not got
this, and he has not got that, and when I turn to the Scriptures, and
read, "All things are yours; and ye are
Christ’s, and Christ is God’s;" and I find promises
like this, "All things, whatsoever ye shall
ask in prayer, believing, ye shall
receive;" or this, "The Lord
God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing
will he withhold from them that walk uprightly;" — if I
do net say this to the one who is murmuring without cause, I say it to
myself, for I have often been as foolish as the old woman of whom I spoke
just now, "O thou foolish self, how slow of heart thou art to
believe! how foolish thou art to be thus sitting down, and bemoaning thine
own emptiness, when Christ is thine, with all his boundless fullness, when
the Father’s love, and the Spirit’s power, and the Savior’s grace,
are all engaged to bring thee safely through thy trials, to rid thee of
thy troubles, and to land thee triumphantly in heaven! Be of good cheer,
then, tried and depressed believer, and apply this sacred remedy to
thyself, remember the Lord, refer thy case to him, and look to him for all
that thou needest.
David’s other
remedy for his soul, when it was cast down within him, was the
grateful remembrance of the past when, by the Lord’s tender mercies, it
was lifted up: "therefore
will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from
the hill Mizar." Look up your old
diary; many of you have gray hairs, so your
notebooks go back a long way. Let us read one
or two of the entries. Why, here is a bright page! Though the one preceding
it is black, and full of sorrow, this page is bright with joy, and jubilant
with song. What do I read? I see written here, —
"I will
praise thee every day!
Now thine anger’s turn’d away,
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice."
You wrote that verse
in your diary just after you had found the Savior, and your
sins had been forgiven you for his sake. Well, then, although your harp
is now unstrung, and you are not praising your Lord to-day, I pray you
to remember that hour when first you knew his love, and to say, "If I
had never received more than that one mercy from
him, I must bless him for it in time, and
bless him for it. throughout eternity."
Here is another
page in your diary; I see that you had been enduring
some temporal trouble, and that your earthly
friends had forsaken you; but that, in the middle
of your trouble, just where I might have expected to find these words,
"I am utterly cast down, for God hath forsaken me," I find
written here, —
"When
trouble, like a gloomy cloud
Has gather’d thick and thunder’d loud,
He near my soul has always stood,
His loving-kindness, oh, how good!"
Do you think that he
is not standing by your side now? If there is a loud thundering,
and if there be a thick darkness, will he leave you? Surely these reflections
upon what you have experienced in the past should lead you to trust
in Christ for the present; and, as you bethink yourself of all his dealings
with your soul, you may well say, —
"Can he have
taught me to trust in his name,
And thus far have brought me to put me to shame?"
God forbid that we
should ever think that he was so cruel as to enlighten, and
comfort, and cheer, and help us so long, and then leave us at last to
sink and to perish! In this diary of thine, I also
find one sweet record which is a great
contrast to thy present sad and gloomy state; thou must have had a
vision of Christ crucified, for thou hast written, —
"Here I’ll
sit for ever viewing
Mercy’s streams, in streams of blood;
Precious drops! my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim ray peace with God.
"Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye,"
Yet you, who have
been at the foot of the cross, are afraid that you will be cast
away at the last! You have known the sweetness of Jesus love, yet you
are cast down! He has kissed you with the kisses of
his lips, his left hand has been under your
head, and his right hand has embraced you, yet you think
he will leave you at last in trouble to sink! You have been in his banqueting-house,
and you have had such food as angels never tasted, yet you
dream that you shall be cast into hell! Shame upon you! Pluck off those
robes of mourning, lay aside that sackcloth and those ashes, down from
the willows snatch your harps, and let us together sing praises unto
him whose love, and power, and faithfulness, and
goodness, shall ever be the same.
If there are any
here who are strangers to all these things, I can only wish that
they might even know our sorrows, in order that they might have an experience
of our joys to treasure up in remembrance. Believers in Jesus are
not a miserable crew; they have songs to sing, and they have good reason
to sing them; they have enough to make them blessed on earth, and to
make them blessed forever and
ever.
Charles H.
Spurgeon
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