A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Evening, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington. *3/5/2012
The sorrows of death encompassed me, and the pains of hell got hold upon me. I found trouble and sorrow. Then I called upon the name of the Lord; “Oh Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul” … You have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling. [Ps 116:3,4,8]
The great trouble which is described here very probably happened to
David long after he had been a believer. He had been living the life
of faith, perhaps, for years, in a calm, happy, and quiet manner; and
by and by he encountered outward tribulation, and not a little of
inward conflict. At some time or other it generally happens to a
believer, between the setting out at the wicket gate and the crossing
of the last river, that he endures a great fight of afflictions. My
observation leads me to notice that those who begin with rough times
frequently have a smooth path afterwards, while others, whose first
experience was very sunny and peaceful, encounter fierce conflicts
farther on. Those who have enjoyed a long, calm, and comparatively
easy life, may encounter their stormiest hours at the close of their
day; for some of the best of God’s children, to use an old Puritan’s
expression, “are put to bed in the dark.” Their sun sets in clouds,
but doubtless it rises again in the full splendour of the eternal
morning. Somewhere or other, brother, you will learn to acknowledge
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
The saints above who sing the new song are, at least many of them, described by the words, “These are those who came out of great tribulation.” That is the general way to heaven, and perhaps few travellers reach paradise by any other road.
2. Let believers, therefore, not count upon immunity from trouble, but let them count upon grace sufficient for it. Let them believe that God’s choicest letter’s of love are sent to us in black edged envelopes. We are frightened by the envelope; but inside, if we know how to break the seal, we shall find riches for our souls. Great trials are the clouds out of which God showers great mercies. Very frequently, when the Lord has an extraordinary mercy to send to us, he employs his rough and grizzled horses to drag it to the door. The smooth rivers of ease are usually navigated by little vessels filled with common commodities, but a huge galleon loaded with treasure traverses the deep seas.
3. Let the children of God learn from this passage in David’s experience that their best resort in trouble is prayer. When the sorrows of death encompass you, pray! When the pains of hell get hold upon you, pray! When you find trouble and sorrow, pray! Everything else which prudence and wisdom suggest is to be done in a time of difficulty, but none of these things are to be relied upon by themselves. “Salvation is from the Lord,” whether it is salvation from troubles or from sins. You do right to provide the horse for the day of battle, but still safety is from the Lord. Use the means, but never supplant faith by the use of means. When you have done all, trust in God as though you had done nothing, for “Unless the Lord keeps the city, the watchman stays wakes in vain.” In all things pray; and be well assured that if at this moment you are in the same plight as David was, prayer will bring you out of it. Prayer is the catholicon, the universal cure; it subdues every disease. In spiritual conflicts it has a thousand uses; you may say of it, “By this I will break through a troop, by this I will leap over a wall, by this I will put on shield and buckler, and by this I will strike the foe.” Prayer can unlock the treasures of God, and shut the gates of hell; prayer can quench the violence of flames and stop the lions’ mouths; prayer can overcome heaven and bend omnipotence to its will. Only pray, brother, believingly, and in the name of the Well Beloved, and answers of peace must be given to you.
4. I intend, this evening, to use the text with another view; I mean to accommodate it, as I think lawfully, and to use it as a description of the condition of an awakened sinner. I would address myself to sinners under conviction, for I know there are such in the congregation. I was glad to hear their cries the other night, and I have faith that the Lord intends to bless them, and bring them into liberty. We shall speak, first, of this poor soul’s condition; then of his course of action; and then of the deliverance he obtained.
5. I. First, here is THE WRETCHED CONDITION into which many a poor awakened soul has been brought.
6. But let me, before I proceed further, say, that if any of you are believers in Christ, and have not felt all that I speak of, you are not to condemn yourselves because of it. There are many maladies in the world, and if I am describing a sickness, and the way in which the physician cures it, you must not say, “I am surely wrong, for I never felt that phase of the disease.” That does not matter. No man suffers all maladies. If you are resting upon Jesus only, do not disturb yourself; for what I am about to utter is not meant for your disturbance, but for other people’s comfort.
7. From our text I observe that many a troubled conscience feels the sorrows of death; that is to say he is the subject of griefs similar to those which beset men on their deathbeds. I have passed through this state myself, and I shall therefore describe it all the more feelingly. What are the sorrows of death?
8. One of the sorrows of a sinner’s death is the retrospect. The dying sinner looks back, and sees nothing in his life that yields him comfort. He could wish that the day had been darkness in which it was said that a child was born into the world, for he feels that his existence has been a blank, and worse than that, an insult to God, and the cause of misery to himself. He cannot see a bright or hopeful thing in his whole history. So, too, the man truly awakened weeps over a dreadful past, and laments because all is evil, and the very things he once gloried in are tarnished. He sees that to have been sin which before he thought to have been righteousness, and he bemoans himself, saying within his heart, “Oh that I had never been born.” Many an awakened man has said, as John Bunyan did, that he wished he had been a frog or a toad, or a venomous serpent, sooner than to have been a man to have lived as he had lived. Are you feeling, dear friend, or have you ever felt, that sorrow of death? Some of us have felt it keenly.
9. Another sorrow of death is grief over the present. The man lies tossing to and fro upon his last bed, and all his glory and beauty are gone. The bloom of health has departed from him. He is a very different man from what he was in the days of his agility and vigour, and he knows it. So it is with the sinner; he feels the pining sickness of sin consuming him as the moth consumes a garment. His moisture is turned into the drought of summer; his glory is as a faded flower; and the excellency of his flesh, in which he boasted, and said that he was no worse than others, and, perhaps, was even better, is now passed away. The Spirit, when he blows upon man, finding all flesh to be grass, withers it all up; and so he destroys the glory of man’s estate, and makes his excellency decay, until the man is sick to death of himself. The dying man also sees all his strength departing. Perhaps he tries, like Samson to shake himself as at other times, but he is mistaken. The limbs that carry him to his bed fall under him, and the hand with which he laboured drops palsied by his side. The very eyelids can scarcely drop to form a curtain from the light, or lift themselves to admit the blessed beams of the sun. The golden bowl is breaking, and the silver cord is being snapped. It is just so with an awakened sinner. He feels death in his soul. He used to be able, as he thought, to do anything; his notion was that he could repent and believe, amend and reform, and save himself whenever he liked: but now the cold chill of death has come upon all his powers, and he hears even Christ in mercy saying, “Without me you can do nothing. No man can come to me unless the Father who has sent me draws him.” A man experiences a dreadful paralysis in his soul when he is really and thoroughly awakened, and the Spirit of God is making sure work of his conversion. He sees his beauty faded and his strength departed, and thus the sorrows of death get hold upon him. Another present sorrow of death is the discovery that friends are no longer of any help. The dying man must leave wife and children; they would gladly accompany him, but they cannot. That dear wife would be willing to dare death itself if she might still continue as the companion of the man whom she has loved; but it must not be. The fondest affection cannot help now. The awakened sinner discovers precisely the same thing with regard to spiritual help. He would have looked to a priest, but he dares not; he would have looked to his minister, but he knows that if he did he would be disappointed. He finds emptiness written upon every creature, as far as his soul’s needs are concerned. His sore is too terrible for any man to find a bandage, his wound too deep for any human hand to close it up. The sorrows of death in this respect encompass him.
10. Perhaps the worst sorrow about the death of an ungodly man is the prospect. The past is black, but the future is still blacker. The present is gloomy, but, oh, the darkness, which may be felt, which enshrouds the hereafter! The dying man shudders at the awful future, and so does the awakened sinner. He dares not go forward; he is afraid, and a dreadful sound is in his ears. I, myself, before I obtained mercy, was afraid lest every tuft of grass I trod on should open beneath my feet and swallow me up, sin so pressed upon me, that I should not have been astonished if I had met in my daily walks an angel, as Balaam did, with a drawn sword; and if he had said to me, “You are doomed for ever for your sin,” I could only have been dumb before him, or confessed the justice of the sentence. Thus does many a sinner feel the sorrows of death encompass him. They are all around him — these sorrows of the past, and the present, and the future.
11. The description becomes even more graphic in the next sentence. Awakened sinners sometimes feel what they describe as the pains of hell: not that any living man does endure the pains of hell to the extent which they are suffered in hell, but still a dreadful foretaste of those pains may be experienced, and sometimes is experienced, by an awakened conscience. What are these pains of hell?
12. First, there is the pain of remorse. Before the soul believes in Christ it has no repentance, but it suffers remorse, a sorrow for sin because of its penalty, a dreadful horror of having lived such a life, because it sees that it must be punished for that life, and that God, the infinitely just, must take vengeance upon its transgressions. Remorse! Is not its tooth as sharp as that of the undying worm? Is not its burning as the fires of Tophet? When we felt it we cried “My soul chooses strangling rather than life.” If God in mercy did not sustain the soul with some little wavering hope, even before it comes to faith in Jesus, surely the spirit of man would utterly fail under a remorseful sense of sin.
13. One of the pains of hell is a sense of condemnation. The lost souls are called the “damned” — in other words, the condemned. Assuredly, before we believed in Jesus, some of us felt that we were condemned. “Cursed is everyone who does not continue in all things that are written in the book of the law to do them”: I remember how that curse howled through my soul like the tempest shrieking among the shrouds of a sinking ship. “Cursed is everyone who does not continue in all things that are written in the book of the law to do them” — I knew that I had not continued in all things required by the law, and I knew that I was cursed. And then this other text came: it was the gospel side of the same terrible blast, — “He who does not believe is condemned already” — condemned already — “because he has not believed on the Son of God.” When two such winds as those two texts meet each other it is enough to sweep the poor frail tenement of manhood to a ruin like what overthrew the house in which the sons of Job were met to feast. Oh, brethren, it is no little thing — let those who know it assure you — to have felt the pains of hell.
14. Perhaps one of the most acute pangs of an awakened conscience is a sense of hopelessness, a terrible despair, unalleviated by any prospect of improvement in the future. We were driven to that, too, some of us: all hope of our being saved was lost. Sometimes there was a little twinkling ray of light which seemed to say, “Jesus came to seek and to save sinners”; but we could not even see that lone star at all times, for we thought that he did not come to seek and to save such sinners as we were, and, moreover, since we had rejected him previously, we feared that his mercy was completely gone for ever. How despairingly I was accustomed to harp upon that thought. I now wish I had not done so, but I know that some others do it, and I would address their experience. May God deliver their frail barks from the maelstrom of despair, that awful whirlpool which has sucked down so many.
There is another pang of hell which the awakened feel, and that is,
a crushing sense of misery. Though not in hell yet — and blessed be
God you will not be — yet some of you feel almost as wretched as if you
were there, for remorse, intensified by a sense of condemnation, and
lashed by despair, creates a dreadful storm within your soul, until
your heart cries out,
At noise of thy dread waterspout
Deep unto deep doth call;
Thy breaking waves go over me,
Yea, and thy billows all.
“I am cast out from your sight: I seek you, but I cannot find you: I cry after you, but you do not hear me.” Then the soul is indeed stricken. Read the books of Job and Jeremiah, and you will see what broken hearts can suffer. Those books were not written for people in olden time only, but they declare the present experience of many a seeker after Christ, and so they often render comfort to poor souls when no other portion of God’s Word seems to have a single syllable to say to them.
16. Thus I have taken two great sentences of the text — “The sorrows of death encompassed me,” and, “The pains of hell got hold upon me.” But the case was worse than this, for the poor soul felt no alleviation and knew of no escape. These things were by themselves, unsoftened, left in all their terror, the gall was unmixed, the vinegar undiluted. Notice the language. “The sorrows of death encompassed me.” It is a very strong word. When the hunters seek their prey they form a cordon around the poor animal that is to be destroyed. The poor panting creature looks to the right, but a man with a spear is there, he looks to the left and there are the dogs. Before and behind him are more spearmen, more hounds, more hunters; there is no way of escape. So an awakened soul discerns no rescue, no loophole by which it may be delivered. The text says, “The pangs of hell got hold upon me.” “Got hold” as if the jaws of the lion had really gripped the lamb, or the paws of the bear were hugging the poor defenceless sheep. “Got hold upon me,” as though God’s terrible sergeant from the court of justice had laid his hand upon his shoulder and said, “I arrest you in the name of God to lie in hell’s prison, and perish for ever.” Many a soul has felt that, and felt also that it could not get away from the terrible grip. Some who know nothing of contrition and heart break enquire, “Why do they not get out of such bondage?” Ah, but if you were in that condition such a question would grieve, if not exasperate you. I have known people who have asked a great many questions of troubled hearts, which they themselves could not answer if they were in their state. Do you ask a man who has had both his legs broken, and lies across the rails of the railway — why do you not walk home? Why does he not walk home? Say rather — why do you ask such a foolish question? When a poor soul is broken to pieces and despairing, tell him what Christ did for him, and say very little about what he ought to do: you will never comfort the desponding man by telling him his duty, speak rather of Jesus’ love. Poor souls, they are so disturbed and tossed about that they can do nothing: tell them what Jesus has done; that is the way to bring light to their souls.
Once more, the psalmist felt no comfort from any exertion that he
made. That takes in the last sentence of the text’s description. “I
found trouble and sorrow”; so that he looked for something, but the
only result of his search was that he found trouble and sorrow.
Do you remember, beloved believer, in the days when you were under
bondage on account of sin, how you bound yourself as an apprentice to
Moses to work out your own salvation by your own goodness? What did
you get? Surely you found trouble in the work, and sorrow as its
wages. You were like a horse at a mill: the whip was used very freely
upon you, but it brought you nothing except a sense of failure, a
conviction that all you had done was rather a provocation of God by
setting up an antichrist of your own righteousness, than any help
towards an atonement for your sin. You found trouble and sorrow.
Perhaps you went to Mr. Legality, and he and his son, Mr. Morality,
did what they could for you; but if you were really awakened all that
you got from them was trouble and sorrow. That was the whole result
of it. It is just possible that you went over the road to the
ceremonial shop — attended one of the ritualistic churches, and went
through the performances there, and then you were told that a priest
could absolve you, and an outward form and ceremony could quiet your
mind. Ah, if you were a living soul you found trouble and sorrow in
all that foolery, and by this time you have come to look upon it with
intense contempt, as the most intolerable imposture of any age since
man began to seek out many inventions. It is vain to play a harp to a
hungry belly, or dance to a broken limb, and equally a mockery are
all the posturings and mummeries of Romanism to those whose hearts
bleed for sin.
None but Jesus, none but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.
If they look anywhere else they will find trouble and sorrow, and nothing more.
18. Assuredly this a distressing state to be brought to. What is to be done? What is to be done? Sinner, there is nothing to be done; at least, nothing which you can do. You are restricted to be saved by Jesus, or to be lost. I liked the remark of a good brother from this platform the other day, when he said that gospel ministers were fishermen, and that we were to fish with nets. It was all a mistake that we were to catch people using bait; that was angling, and there was nothing about angling in Christ’s commission. We are to fish with nets. Now, what is a net for? The net is to confine the fish; it goes under them, around them, everywhere, and confines so that they cannot get out. That is exactly what God does with poor sinners whom he intends to save. He confines them. He puts the net around them, and they cannot get out. Only when the net entirely encloses his fish can the gospel fisherman get them out of the sea of sin, and lift them into the boat where Jesus sits. We must get the net right around them — confine them by the law that they may be brought to Christ. Every avenue of escape is closed against you for ever, sinner, except one, and that is Christ, who says, “I am the door.” There is no other door, neither upwards nor downwards, to the right nor to the left, before nor behind. You are ruined and destroyed, oh sinner, and you must perish, if left to yourself. There is no one on earth, or in heaven, that can help you, except only one; and oh, if the Lord will lead you to look to him, what a blessed thing it will be.
19. II. That brings us to the second part of our discourse, which is, to speak about the awakened sinner’s COURSE OF ACTION. “Then I called upon the name of the Lord.”
20. What did he do? First, he called — called upon God’s name, invoked him, spoke to him, lifted up his heart, and lifted up his voice, and called as a man might do who is lost in a fog and calls to a neighbour, hoping to hear a voice that will guide him; or as one who is far away in the bush of Australia and gives a call in the hope that some human voice may respond to it. This call is often described as a cry — a natural, simple, genuine, unpleasant, but most effective style of expressing our distress. Oh, sinner, if God has really been at work with you, and put you where I have been describing, you will call to God now; your heart will cry to God at once. Tears will speak for you, sighs will speak for you, your heart in its silence will speak to God and call upon his name.
21. Now, notice, he says, “Then I called upon the name of the Lord.” There will be no more calling upon ministers, or calling upon priests, or calling upon himself; but “then I called upon the name of the Lord.” The sinner had forgotten the Lord until then, and now the Lord came to his remembrance. “When he came to himself he said, ‘How many hired servants of my father have food enough and to spare?’ ” Hence the prodigal remembered his father. When we get among the swine, and would gladly fill our bellies with their husks, but cannot, then we begin to pray to God, whom we have forgotten. “Then I called upon the name of the Lord.” Now, what better thing could he do, for who could help him if the sorrows of death encompassed him? Who except he who overthrew death, and vanquished the grave? Who can help us when the pains of hell get hold upon us, but he who has passed through the pangs that were due to us for the death penalty, and who has cast both death and hell into the lake of fire? Who can help the hopeless one so well as the conqueror of death and hell? Who can sympathise like the Lord? The Lord Jesus himself has known the sorrows of death, and therefore he is touched with compassion for the sons of men. Is he not the Son of man himself, tempted in all points like we are, yet without sin? Poor sinner, I tried to confine you, but now I place before you an open door. Call upon the name of him who knows your condition, and is able to handle it, and to deliver you.
22. When did he call? That is the important point in this text. “Then I called upon the name of the Lord.” Then. Was that the first time in his life? Perhaps it was. Begin at once, oh sinner. Notice, he says, “The sorrows of death encompassed me, and the pains of hell got hold upon me, I found trouble and sorrow: then I called upon the name of the Lord.” When his condition was at its very worst, then he called upon God. Why did he not wait until he became better? He knew that delays are dangerous. “Then I called.” Had he tarried until he was better he would never have called at all; but he called then; and, although it was the first time, he was not ashamed to break the ice, or if he was ashamed still he did it and succeeded. Suppose that you never did look to your heavenly Father until tonight, and now it is the worst state of life with you that you ever were in. What then? Even now is the time for prayer. Now you want your God; and now you may have your God. “Then I called.” You see he did not call upon God until God sent death and hell after him. He was a wandering sheep and so intent on going astray that he would not come back until the two fiercest dogs that the great Shepherd keeps had come after him, and then he came back with a will. I half wish that God would send death and hell after some of you who otherwise will never come, and that they might worry you and tear you, and make you return to the great Shepherd. “Then I called.” That is to say, when I could call on no one else. No sinner ever calls upon God until he finds that he has nowhere else to go; and yet the Lord receives these good-for-nothings. Although we only come because we are forced to come, yet he will receive us. No vessel ever runs into the port of sovereign grace except through stress of weather; when the sea is rough and the wind is furious, and the tempest is up, and the ship must go down otherwise, then Lord Will-be-will, who has held the helm before, and said, “I will never enter that harbour,” is suddenly subdued, and cries, “Oh for a gust of heavenly wind to blow us between the two red lights, right into the safe waters, where we may ride at peace.” I pray God to send a tempest after all of you Jonahs so that you may be brought to the right place after all, and landed safely on the shore of sovereign mercy. “Then I called upon the name of the Lord.”
23. And now for his prayer. Here it is — “Oh Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul.” A very natural prayer, was it not? He just said what he meant, and meant what he said, and that is the way to pray. It is a very short prayer. Many a prayer is too long by twenty times. It is smothered under a bedful of words. There are times when a Christian man can pray from hour to hour; but it is a great mistake when brethren measure their supplications by the clock. The great matter is not how long you pray, but how earnestly you pray. Consider the life of the prayer rather than the length of the prayer. If your prayer reaches to heaven it is long enough. What longer can it need to be? If it does not reach the Lord, though it occupied you for a week, it would not be long enough to be of any use.
24. It was a humble prayer: “Oh Lord, I beseech you.” It is the language of one who is bowed into the dust. It was an intense prayer: “Oh Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul.” But I want you most of all to notice that it was a scriptural prayer. There are three great little prayers in Scripture, — “Oh Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul”; “God, be merciful to me a sinner”; and, “Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” These are all contained in the Lord’s prayer. “Oh Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul,” is “Deliver us from evil.” “God be merciful to me a sinner,” — what is that but “Forgive us our trespasses?” And what is the prayer, “Lord, remember me when you come into your kingdom,” but that grand petition, “Your kingdom come?” How wonderfully comprehensive is that prayer which our Lord Jesus has given us for a model. All prayers may be condensed into it, or distilled from it.
25. Let no person here say, “I am in the distress which you have described, but I cannot pray.” Why not? “I have no words.” You need no words: wordless prayers are frequently the best. “But I can only groan.” Groan away, brother. “But I feel as if I could only sigh.” Sigh, then. “My heart aches, but I do not know how to express myself.” Do not express yourself; let your heart ache on, only let it ache up to God. Turn all your desires towards him, and let this be the intense pleading of your spirit; “Oh Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul.” You know we have a law that people must not beg in the streets. There is a man I know in a certain road who does not beg and yet begs. The police would not let him beg, and therefore he never begs at all, — not he. It would be a slander to say of him that he begs, only he wears a pair of shoes through which you can see his toes and the side of his heel; you can spy his knee through his trousers; his cheeks are all sunken, and his whole appearance is that of a consumptive man who must soon die. He has been consuming now for many years, and dying daily most comfortably. I believe that if I were to say to him, “Are you a beggar?” he would reply, “Beggar? no, sir, certainly not; I never beg.” Yet he is one of the most successful of beggars. His looks beg, his rags beg, his flesh begs, his weariness begs, his general air of sickness begs, everything about him begs. He begs all over. That is the way to pray. Pour out your heart before the Lord, with or without words, whatever you find most easy, but let your innermost heart be really full of desire. Be resolved about obtaining the blessing. Do as one did the other night, who said within himself, “I am a lost soul, but I will never rise from the side of this bed until I find the Saviour. I am determined to get forgiveness or die on my knees.” He cried and groaned, and won the day. We would not have liked to have heard his pitiful cries, for there was no beauty or elegance in his language, and no music in his groans; but the Lord heard him, and saved his soul.
26. “Oh Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul,” is a prayer most congruous to the situation, and in every way suitable to it. Oh, that all prayers were as suitable as this. This, then, is the wisdom of every poor distressed soul in its time of trouble. It must, by a simple faith in Jesus, breathe out its desire at the cross, and say, “Jesus, Saviour, save me now, and deliver my soul.”
27. III. Our third point is DELIVERANCE, and for this I refer you to the eighth verse.
28. This poor, pleading, doubting, trembling petitioner received what he asked for. He said, “Oh Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul,” and before long he sang, “You have delivered my soul.” As the echo answers to the voice, so the Lord replied to his request. If you are asking for salvation with all your heart, with your eye on Christ’s cross, you shall have it. If you cast yourself before Jesus, and say to him, “If I perish, I will perish at your pierced feet,” you shall not perish. If you sincerely cry for forgiveness, as the tax collector did, you shall go down to your house justified.
29. Notice next, that while he had what he asked for, it came from him of whom he asked it — “You have delivered my soul from death.” We delight to ascribe salvation entirely to our Triune God. Some brethren are a little foggy in their talk about man’s salvation; but when you get to the inner experience of all true believers, they will always tell you that they did not save themselves, and they agree that it was not by their own will or merit that they were saved, but by the sovereign grace of God alone. The self-righteous may gain deliverance from themselves, or their fellow men; but those whom the Holy Spirit convicts of sin must be delivered by the Lord himself; nothing short of a divine salvation will do for them. “You have delivered my soul from death.” Mine was a case in which no one could help me except yourself, my God. My sorrows demanded omnipotent cordials: only the blood of Jesus and the balm of the Holy Spirit could comfort me.
30. Notice again, that this blessing came consciously to him. “You have delivered my soul from death.” He does not say, “I hope you have”; but, “You have.” “I know it, I am sure of it, I rejoice in it.” And it is not, “I have shared the blessing in common with a great many, and I hope that I have an interest in it.” No; but, “You have delivered my soul from death. If there is not another saved man in the world, I am one.” The faith which only looks to Jesus is an appropriating grace, and enables the soul to say, “He loved me and gave himself for me.” As a dear young friend said to me last Monday night, when I was speaking to her about her soul, “I came to see, sir, that Christ loved me as much as though there was not another man or woman in the world, and laid his life down in my place, as much as if there was not another sinner that needed his blood to be shed. When I got Christ all to myself then I rejoiced in him; and now,” she said, “I want everyone else to have him.” It is just so; we must get him ourselves with a holy greediness that fences him all around for ourselves, and then we shall cultivate a large hearted love for souls and long that every other person may know the same precious Christ. So the psalmist, you see, got what he asked for, it came from him of whom he asked it, and it came consciously to him.
31. But I want you to notice one other thing. He gained a great deal more than he asked for. He prayed, “Oh Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul,” and God delivered his soul from death, his eyes from tears, and his feet from falling. He asked for one thing, and he obtained it, and two other things besides; for it is our heavenly Father’s way to do exceedingly abundantly above what we ask or even think. Blessed be his name.
32. He gained deliverance from death; for souls can die though they cannot cease to exist. They die when separated from God, as Adam’s soul died in the day when he ate from the forbidden fruit; and as all souls are dead until by union to God they are quickened into spiritual life. Through the grace of God, David was delivered from the spiritual death which reigns within, and the eternal death to which it leads.
33. His eyes were also cleared from tears. Who is not free from sorrow when he is free from the fear of the death penalty? Forgiveness has joy at its heel wherever it comes.
34. And then, having gained salvation and joy, the Lord gave him stability. Those feet that were so apt to slide stood firm and the fear of future apostasy was removed by the gracious securities which God gave to him that he would never leave him. Thus he had a blessing for his soul, his eyes, and his feet — salvation, joy, and stability.
35. The last word to be said is this — these same blessings can be had by others. If I address any who are now passing through the terrible experience of David, or anything like it, or any who are not passing through any such experience, but, nevertheless, desire everlasting life, I would say to them, remember that the reason why David was heard did not lie in his prayer, or in himself, but it lay in God. Read the verse which follows my first text: “Gracious is the Lord and righteous; yes, our God is merciful.” [Ps 116:5] That is why the Lord heard David’s prayer — because he is gracious, and he loves to show grace to sinners. It was also because he is righteous, and therefore keeps his promise. He has made a promise that he will hear prayer, and he has said, “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins,” and, therefore, in mercy and righteousness he will hear us.
Remember, too, that if your distresses are like David’s you may use
the same prayer, because you have the same promises. God’s promises
are not used up and spent so that they will not avail for you. If a
good meal is provided for half a dozen people, and they eat it all
up, and six more come afterwards, why, they must go without: but with
God’s promises it is not so; they are fed upon by myriads, and yet
they remain the same. Ten thousand souls have fed upon a precious
Christ, and received what they wanted from him, and yet ten thousand
more may come.
Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more.
Let us remember, then, that we have the same promises and the same
God. Let the same prayer be offered by each unconverted one here, — “Oh
Lord, I beseech you, deliver my soul.” God’s answer to that is,
“Believe on my Son, Jesus Christ. Trust him completely, and your soul
All thy sins were laid upon him,
Jesus bore them on the tree;
God who knew them laid them on him,
And believing thou art free.
Trust him, and you are delivered; for thus says the Lord, “I will
deliver his soul from going down to the pit, for I have found a
ransom.” Turn your eyes to what Jesus Christ has done. Rest in his
finished sacrifice, and go your way rejoicing. May God the Eternal
Spirit lead each of you poor sinners to that, and I would entreat
you, when he does so, to come and let us know it. Do as the psalmist
tells you by his example. Say, “What shall I render to the Lord for
all his benefits towards me? I will take the cup of salvation, and
call upon the name of the Lord. I will pay my vows to the Lord now in
the presence of all his people.” Do not hide his love: confess it to
his glory, for the comfort of his people, for the encouragement of
his minister, and for the strengthening of his church. May the Lord
be with you, brothers and sisters, for Christ’s sake. Amen.
[Portion Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Ps 116]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Spirit of the Psalms — Psalm 30” 30]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Spirit of the Psalms — Psalm 138” 138]
Letter From Mr. Spurgeon
Read at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, on Sunday, February 7, 1875.
Dear Friends, — May this Sunday be a high day with you, both in the hearing of the Word, in the breaking of bread, and in the service which you render to the Lord in the various departments of Christian labour. How would I rejoice to mingle in your solemn assemblies even if I might only be a doorkeeper in the house of my God! But it is well, and I wait until the Lord who releases the prisoners shall enlarge my footsteps under me.
I write this morning to thank you for the hearty manner in which during my absence the various services have been sustained in number, and the many works have been carried on with energy. You have not deserted your posts, nor declined in zeal. My heart is glad as my dear brethren in office bring me from time to time reports of you. Each one seems to feel that in our absence it behoves him to be doubly active. I bless God for this.
Please take note of my letter which you will find in the pews at the back of the list of revival services. Do make these meetings the best we have ever had. Oh may the Spirit of the Lord make them so! May our unconverted friends, who have long rejected my call, be made to hear the voice of God, and turn to him and live.
The brethren who so kindly fill my place are all the choicest of God’s servants, and I comfort myself with the belief that each of them will reach some souls which would never have been arrested by my testimony. If so, I would gladly be laid aside for such an end.
Though very, very weak, I am almost free from pain, for which I
bless the healing Lord. I am assured that I cannot be well until I
get a change of air, and shall therefore be on the wing as soon as I
can. Bear with my enforced absence, continue in love, grow in grace,
maintain my works in full strength, and pray for me. May the Lord be
with every one of you, from the least to the greatest, for Christ’s
C. H. Spurgeon
Spirit of the Psalms
1 I will exalt thee, Lord of hosts,
For thou’st exalted me;
Since thou hast silenced Satan’s boasts,
I’ll therefore boast in thee.
2 My sins had brought me near the grave,
The grave of black despair;
I look’d, but there was none to save
Till I look’d up in prayer.
3 In answer to my piteous cries,
From hell’s dark brink I’m brought:
My Jesus saw me from the skies,
And swift salvation wrought.
4 All through the night I wept full sore,
But morning brought relief;
That hand, which broke my bones before
Then broke my bonds of grief.
5 My mourning he to dancing turns,
For sackcloth joy he gives,
A moment, Lord, thine anger burns,
But long thy favour lives.
6 Sing with me, then, ye favour’d men,
Who long have known his grace;
With thanks recall the seasons when
Ye also sought his face.
Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.
Spirit of the Psalms
1 With all my powers of heart and tongue,
I’ll praise my Maker in my song:
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
2 I’ll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord,
I’ll sing the wonders of thy word;
Not all thy works and names below,
So much thy power and glory show.
3 To God I cried when troubles rose;
He heard me, and subdued my foes;
He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffused through all my soul.
4 The God of heaven maintains his state,
Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great;
But from his throne descends to see
The sons of humble poverty.
5 Amidst a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thine hand:
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.
6 Grace will complete what grace begins,
To save from sorrows or from sins;
The work that wisdom undertakes
Eternal mercy ne’er forsakes.
Isaac Watts, 1719.