1561. Asleep And Yet Awake. A Riddle

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Charles Spurgeon discusses slumber confessed, wakefulness claimed, mystery solved, and a lesson learned.

A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, October 10, 1880, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington. *2/15/2013

I sleep, but my heart is awake: it is the voice of my beloved who knocks. [So 5:2]

For other sermons on this text:
   [See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 793, “Nearer and Dearer” 784]
   [See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 1561, “Asleep and Yet Awake — a Riddle” 1561]
   [See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 3013, “Warning and Encouragement” 3014]

1. We are glad to perceive in this Song the varied experience of the bride. She was the well-beloved of the heavenly Bridegroom, but she was not without her faults. Although the “fairest among women,” she was human, and, therefore, she had not reached angelic perfection. She was not perfect, to begin with, for at the outset she confessed, “I am black, because the sun has looked upon me: they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but I have not kept my own vineyard.” She was not perfect even in the exhibition of her love for him who had chosen her, for she has to acknowledge, as upon the occasion before us, that she treated him in an unworthy manner. She kept him waiting at her door in the chilly night, and grieved him so that he withdrew. She was not perfect even to the end of the chapter, for she could not hear her Lord’s voice as clearly as certain of her companions, and she cried in the last chapter of her song, “Cause me to hear it.”

2. Brethren, we shall not be able to claim entire perfection as long as we are this side of the hills of division. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away our Lord will have to sanctify and cleanse his spouse “with the washing of water by the word, so that he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing.” We are glad, I say, to have the experience of the spouse — that is, of the church as a whole, because we know that as is the church such are the members, and the rule that holds good for the whole church will be found in its measure and proportion to be fulfilled in all its parts. We, too, have to say, “I am black, because the sun has looked upon me”; and at times we have to ask, “Why should I be as one who turns aside by the flocks of your companions?” We have had to mournfully cry, “I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer”; while the watchmen have justly struck us and wounded us for our neglect of our Lord. Let us bless God that in the book of revealed truth he has not merely given us the ideal standard after which we are to seek, but he has also preserved for us the humbler patterns of a those who have striven to reach to the utmost height, and who have climbed good way towards it, but who, nevertheless, have proved that, though they were the best of men, they were men at the best. So our Lord has saved us from despair by making us to know that we may be sincere, and true, and accepted, though we, too, fall short as yet of the holiness which we pant after with our whole hearts.

3. Nor only are we favoured with the poetic story of the bride; we also have in the word of God the biographies of the saints, the memoirs of the godly, and these are extremely useful to us. I fear we should not, brethren, at certain times, know whether we were God’s people at all if we were not able to compare ourselves with others of the family. We may lose our way sometimes as poor sheep have often done, and then though the greatest comfort is derived from seeing the footprints of the Shepherd, yet no small measure of consolation is to be gained through seeing the footsteps of the flock. The sight of human footsteps on the sandy waste has caused us to take heart again. We have exclaimed, “Here one has been who was surely a child of God, and though I am here I may be a child of God too. I have similar failings and weaknesses, and I chide myself for them; but I will not utterly condemn myself and say I cannot be a believer, for I perceive that these blemishes were on others of God’s children too.” The perception of our likeness to others who were truly saints has often afforded us a spark of hope when we were in a maze, and dared scarcely hope that we were right towards God.

4. Frequently the experience of others will help us to thread our way when it winds and twists, and we cannot see an inch before us. The young man thinks that he understands himself, but no old man does. Ask the man who is best acquainted with himself, and he will tell you that he is increasingly a riddle, and that his experience becomes an enigma more profound every day. The believer feels that he needs the help of the Divine Teacher to enable him to trace the thread of his spiritual life throughout all the tangle of the skein. It needs a grace-taught man to make himself out, and to comprehend what he is, and where he is, and what is the very truth of his life’s paradox. At times I ask myself, “Am I all sin, or is there still a spark of grace?” Immediately grace shines like the sun, and then I almost dream that sin is extinct. We are driven to read ourselves in others. We look at the saints of Holy Scripture, and as we observe their lives we say, “I can understand this man better than I can myself; for spectators see more than players; and now by understanding him, I begin also to comprehend my own position. I calculate my latitude and longitude by observing a star; I estimate the contending influences that rage within me by seeing how others drifted, or stemmed the torrent. I see the strange convolutions of my intertwisted soul in others, and, as in a mirror, I discern myself.”

5. But, my brethren, we must take care that we do not wrongly use the memoirs of saints as recorded in Scripture: they are not all for our imitation, but many of them for our warning. You may not do all that a good man has done. If you were to copy certain of the actions of the most gracious men you would soon find yourself more faulty than they; for you would be sure to throw the emphasis upon their errors, but you would probably miss their graces: you would copy their faults and aggravate them. Follow no man where he does not follow Christ. Above all, the lives of the saints may never be used as an excuse for our faults. We shall not be justified in following afar off because Peter did so, nor in calling fire from heaven upon our enemies because James and John wished to do so, nor in quarrelling because Paul and Barnabas fell into a sharp contention. We may wisely quote David as an encouragement to a penitent, that God will forgive his sin; but not as an apology for ourselves should we be tempted to commit the sin. We must often use even the saints of God rather as beacons than as harbour lights, as lighthouses set upon rocky coasts to advise us of the dangers into which they fell. Take care that Holy Scripture is used for holy purposes, and that holy men are viewed as helps to holiness, and not as excuses for imperfection. Let us learn to imitate their virtues, take warning from their faults, and from both learn instruction. Judgment is profitable to direct. Follow the Lamb wherever he goes; but there is not a sheep of his flock to whom you may do the same. Do whatever Jesus does; copy the example of Christ in all its touches, so far as it is able to be imitated, but do not do the same even towards the beloved John, though his head be fresh from his Master’s bosom; no, nor towards Paul, though he is not a whit behind the very chief of the apostles. Come, then, dear friends, to use the example of our text, with those due limitations which we have described like this.

6. We have in the text, first, slumber confessed, — “I sleep”; but opposite this there is wakefulness claimed, — “but my heart is awake.” Very soon we have mystery solved, — how is it that the heart still stays awake? — “it is the voice of my beloved who knocks.” Before we close we shall try, fourthly, to have a lesson learned out of the text. May the Holy Spirit make the whole subject profitable for us, and practically influential upon our lives.

7. I. First, then, here is SLUMBER CONFESSED. The spouse laments her state, and sighs out, “I sleep.”

8. It strikes us at once that her sleep is a state recognised. We are astonished that she should say, “I sleep,” and we conclude that it is not so profound a sleep as it might be; for when a man can say, “I sleep,” he is not altogether steeped in slumber. When children of God perceive their own imperfections and mourn over them, there is evidently a root of virtue in them; when they perceive the decay of their grace there is some grace left undecayed with which they are bemoaning their decline. I would not give you encouragement, dear brother, if you are asleep at all to continue in it; but yet I would say this, that if you mourn over your sluggishness you are not altogether a sluggard, if you feel uneasy in your dulness you are not altogether given over to spiritual stupidity, if you are anxious to be aroused out of your slumber it is certain that you are not given over to sleep yourself into the sepulchre of unconsciousness. May God be thanked that you cannot enjoy pleasant dreams upon the bed of carelessness. You do not sleep as others do; you are evidently not steeped in that fatal slumber of spiritual death in which the dead world is slumbering all around. Infinite mercy has had some dealings with you, and has made you so far to be spiritually awake that you can feel that you sleep, and mournfully confess it.

9. When a man detects pride within him but has grace enough to long to be humble, when a man feels hardness of heart but groans about it and wishes to be softened, when a man laments the stubbornness of his will and cries to God to give him full submission, when a man mourns a sluggishness of heart and strives after quickening, — then he has the marks and signs of spiritual life, and of an inward energy which will by God’s grace cast out his disease and bring him spiritual health. There is life where there is pain; there is growth where there is a yearning of desire. The holy fire still lingers in the heart, though it is so smothered by the ashes that only a little smoke can be discerned; it will revive again, it will kindle and burn up, for it is of God’s creating. He who can mournfully say, “I sleep,” will one day be wide awake. Be very thankful, therefore, when you have a tender conscience. Cultivate a quick perception, and when you are aware of the slightest delinquency or decline, confess at once to God that you begin to sleep.

10. Further, just as this sleep is a matter recognised, so it is a matter complained about. The spouse is not pleased to sleep: she says, “I sleep,” but she does not mention it as a matter for congratulation. She is not pleased with her condition. Here again I would remark that it is good for saints, when they perceive that they are in the least degree backsliding, that they should mourn before God, and accuse themselves before him. “Judge yourselves, so that you are not judged.” Before another person can hint that you are careless, find it out yourself and mourn over it. Before another can complain about your dulness and say, as the shipmen did to Jonah, “What do you mean, oh sleeper?” complain about yourself. Act tenderly towards others, but severely towards yourselves. So all prudent men will do if God keeps them prudent.

11. This sleepiness is not a thing to be indulged in, but to be abhorred. To say the least of it, it is a low state of enjoyment. Sleep is peaceful and quiet, but it cannot enjoy the sweets of the senses, and the delights which the mind can receive by it. Sleep is a cousin to death, and he who slumbers lies at the door of the sepulchre. The image of death is set upon the sleeper’s face, and it is a miracle, and a kind of foretaste of the resurrection, that any man awakens again after he has fallen into a deep slumber. It is not, therefore, good spiritually for us to be asleep, for then we cannot taste the honey of the word, nor enjoy the fragrance of the ordinances, nor see the beauties of Christ, nor will any of the spiritual passions be delighted, nor our spirit be carried away with holy joy. Therefore when we come into God’s house, and we hear the old familiar story of the cross, and it does not charm us, let us mournfully say, “I sleep.” When others are ready to dance before the Lord with exaltation while singing the solemn psalm, if we ourselves feel no devout gratitude, let us cry self-complainingly, “I perceive that I sleep”; and when at the table the chosen emblems of the bread and wine do not bring the Master near to us, and we go away as hungry as we came, because we have not fed on his body and his blood, then let us say again, “Alas, I sleep, I sleep; for these things would be most sweet and nourishing to me if my spiritual faculties were as they ought to be.” If we fail to enjoy the banquets of our Bridegroom’s love it must be because a deadness is stealing over us, and we are not as thoroughly alive and awake as we were in days gone by; and this is a condition to be deplored as soon as it is perceived.

12. We ought to complain about ourselves if we sleep, because it is a state of danger. While men slept the enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat. It is bad, then, to have a drowsy minister and drowsy church officers, for these will not watch the fields for God. He who sleeps is in danger of the thief or the murderer. While Saul lay stretched on the plain, Abishai lifted up his spear and said, “Let me strike him only this once.” He who sleeps may lose his all, yes, lose himself. Let us, therefore, dread this perilous state; and, if we feel it creeping over us, let us shake ourselves, and say, “I sleep, but I will not give way to slumber. Lord, arouse me.”

13. Sleep is a state of inaction. A man cannot do his daily business while his eyes are closed in slumber. There is a sleep-walking which can do much; but I know of no spiritual sleep-walking. You cannot walk the road to heaven asleep, nor preach the gospel as you should, nor serve God and your generation properly, if you are in a spiritual slumber. I know a great many who are so; alive, I hope, but very sleepy. They do very little, they are too sluggish to attempt much. “The slothful man says, ‘There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.’ ” This was his argument for staying in the chimney-corner. In truth, the lion is about as real as the monster which has recently been described as prowling over this county of Surrey and devouring women and children all the way from Banstead Downs to Clapham Common. Solomon seems to have been very familiar with this fable of the sluggard’s lion, for in another proverb he makes the idler cry, “There is a lion outside. I shall be killed in the streets.” These poor creatures are so dreamy in spirit that they see a lion everywhere, threatening them if they try to do good in any form; they need to sit quiet and still, and try to enjoy themselves as best their sleep will allow them to do, for they cannot venture out to work because of the lion. They cannot teach a little Sunday School class, for there is a lion there! Nor go out to speak to a dozen people in a village: a furious lion is roaring there! In fact, they will be devoured if they leave their easy retirement and go outside. May God help us to escape this lazy condition. May we live while we live. Do not let our souls merely act as salt to keep our carcasses from rottenness, but let them be the seed-plot and hotbed of holy actions out of which shall yet spring glory to God and blessing for our fellow men. If you do not feel active and energetic, make it a matter of self-complaint, and utter the shamefaced confession, “I sleep.”

14. Yet again, this slumber should be not only a matter of complaint as an ill to be dreaded, but also it should be regarded as a fault to be ashamed of. A Christian man should not say, “I feel dull, careless, and inactive,” and make the confession as if he almost deserved to be pitied for a misfortune which was no fault of his. My brother, you may be pitied, but you are also to be blamed, perhaps blamed far more than pitied. An apparent spiritual slumber may creep over us because the body is very weak and sickly, and here pity is allowable, yes, justly due. Certain states and conditions of the flesh no doubt will overcome the spirit, as when even the best of the apostles slept in the garden. The Master at first said, “What, could you not watch with me for one hour?” but afterwards he made a generous excuse for them and said, “The spirit truly is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Make excuses for others, and let your Lord make excuses for you, but do not frame apologies on your own account. David writes in the psalm, “I said, ‘This is my infirmity.’ ” Quite right, David, I dare say it was so; but the other day I said the same about myself, and before long I answered to my conscience for it, for conscience asked, “Is it not your sin as well as your infirmity?” I was compelled to divide the statement, indeed, at last to withdraw the first part of it altogether and cry, “God be merciful to me a sinner.” May we not be too ready to lay the blame of our impatience, our unbelief, or our hastiness upon the body when we ought to take all the blame for ourselves. It is always safest to blame ourselves, and it is frequently dangerous to admit an excuse. Still, sometimes dulness may be an infirmity. When a man is weary with a hard day’s work, or with business that has cost him long care, and he kneels by his bedside at a very late hour to pray, and finds himself going to sleep, I do not think that his fault is a very grievous one. It is certainly not that dreadful sin which shall never be forgiven, either in this world or in what is to come. When a man is brought very low by weakness of body, and he cannot on the Sabbath feel himself up to the mark in all respects, I do not think we should hold a church meeting and turn him out; nor do I think that he should excommunicate himself. When a widowed spirit is broken with bereavement, when the husband is dead, when children or brothers have died, when parents have been snatched away, and the heart is very heavy, if the heart cannot rejoice in the Lord, it is a pity that it cannot, but there is a measure of infirmity as well as fault in the heaviness of the soul. In such cases good people may guardedly say with David, “This is my infirmity.” May God help us when we feel such infirmities that we may speedily rise above them, being made strong in weakness, and being taught to boast in infirmities because the power of Christ rests upon us.

15. Again, I repeat it, for others we may put in the gentle word even as the Master did for his disciples, “The spirit truly is willing, but the flesh is weak,” but for ourselves we should rather use heart-searching and self-condemnation so that we may make the bed of slumber thorny for our idle flesh. Brethren, when a Christian man’s soul is heavy with slumber he ought to be ashamed. Think of who it is who loved us, even Jesus, the eternal son of God. Has he loved us and can we ever be cold towards him? Then blush, and let the scarlet remain in the face! Think of what Jesus has done for us and what love he has revealed towards us. Oh Gethsemane! Oh Calvary! Are we redeemed like this, and after this does our love decline into slumber? Break, my heart! Break with indignation at yourself that such should be the case! And what is this time in which we live? A time in which all the powers of darkness are on the alert, raging to do evil and mischief. Are we sleeping now, when the adversary is daily making an attack upon us? When men are dying and are perishing by millions can it be that we still slumber? And such as we are, who do little enough when we are wide awake, and have little enough of power and ability; how is it that we can slumber? If we are lethargic should we not bow ourselves in the dust before God, and beseech him to have mercy upon us?

16. Furthermore, it was an evil to be fought against. When a man is obliged to say, “I sleep,” let him not be content to sleep on. Now is the time for much prayer: let him wrestle with this deadly foe until he is fully aroused. Falling into indifference on the road to heaven is something like sleeping on the vast plains of snow, where, if a man gives way to the natural inclination to slumber which comes on through the intense cold, he may lie down and never rise again. Oh, take care, you who are looking for glory and eternal life, that you do not yield to sleep, for your Master comes, and it may be that within another hour you may hear the midnight cry.

17. Let us whip ourselves with a strong resolve that we will not sleep. Let us say to our soul, “Come, wake up! My spirit, you shall not sleep. This cannot be. I must not have it, I will not, I dare not. I will goad you, I will crucify you on the cross, for you shall not slay yourself with suicidal slumber.” With this resolve let us seek out means of waking ourselves up. Sometimes we may do well to seek for a better ministry than we have attended. Alas, there are ministries which are as cradles to rock babes to sleep in. There are preachers who charm most wisely if their intent is to send the universe to sleep. Beware of preaching which comforts you in idleness and increases your spiritual insensitivity. There are certain preachers who mar the gospel, and tell their tale so heartlessly that I think if all heaven rocked and reeled with tempest a man might yet sleep on as long as such soothing voices lulled his ears. We cannot afford to waste our Sundays in listening to another gospel, or in hearing lullabies which make us duller than we were. But if you cannot find a rousing ministry, read good books: turn to solid gospel treatises, such as the Puritans bequeathed to us. Search the Scriptures, and the works of godly men whose words were all on fire; these thrown upon your soul like burning coals may set it ablaze. Christian conversation, too, is another useful means of keeping us awake. John Bunyan mentions that in going over the Enchanted Ground the pilgrims, to prevent drowsiness, began a good discourse. Here is his quaint rhyme about it: — 

   When saints do sleepy grow, let them come hither
   And hear how these two pilgrims talk together:
   Yea, let them learn of them in any wise,
   Thus to keep ope their drowsy, slumb’ring eyes,
   Saints’ fellowship, if it be managed well,
   Keeps them awake, and that in spite of hell.

Imitate this example, but if discourse does not avail, get to work for Christ. This is a very effective way of keeping yourself awake, God the Holy Spirit blessing you in it. In looking after the souls of others your own soul will receive a watering. I do not think that soul slumber very often visits the active as it does those who have little to do in the Master’s service. If active service does not suffice, then cry mightily to God, “I sleep, my Saviour; awaken me, I pray you!” You are half awake already, if you can cry in like that. Cry again, “I sleep, my Lord. Use even a rod upon me to awaken me rather than that I should slumber.” You are not asleep, brother, you are already awakened: the bitter anguish of the soul in its horror of its own slumber has already been blessed by God to its arousing.

18. Anyway, this sleep is an evil which must be overcome. Come, make up your minds today, members of this church, that you will not yield to drowsiness. I hope none of you are inclined to say, “Well, I may get to heaven in this sleepy way, and so what does it matter? My fellow members would put me in the ambulance and carry me along like a wounded soldier, and this will be easier than marching on-the-double day after day.” No, no, my brother, we have enough of the invalid and wounded already. We have as many as we can carry of the non-effectives. We do not need any more. Ask the blessed Physician to make you strong, so that you may tug at the guns with the rest of us, or charge the enemy at bayonet point when the trumpet sounds. I said years ago I would sooner lead a dozen real live earnest Christians than a dozen hundred of the half-and-half kind, and this feeling grows with me. I would almost as soon not be a Christian as be as some Christians are: they have enough religion to make them uncomfortable, but not enough to make them useful. They drink such shallow draughts that they increase their responsibility rather than their energy. Oh for a deep draught of grace which shall fill us with all the fulness of God, and make us men in Christ to the utmost capacity of our sanctified manhood. Cold food may be pleasant, but cold religion is a bad dish to serve to Christ or to ourselves either. May God make us like those creatures that are said to live in the fire. May he fill us with his own Spirit, and make us to burn and blaze with an unquenchable heat of love towards him of whom it is said that the zeal of God’s house ate him up. He poured out his soul to death so that he might redeem us to himself, let us see to it that we are altogether his own. With this I leave the sleeping for another theme.

19. II. We reach the point of the paradox; here is WATCHFULNESS CLAIMED by one who confessed to sleep. “My heart is awake,” says the Bride, “I sleep, but my heart is awake.”

20. It may seem an odd thing to sleep and yet to be awake, but I began by saying that the Christian is a great puzzle. Ralph Erskine’s “Believer’s Riddle” is a remarkable production, but every word of it may be justified by experience and by Scripture. A man is a mass of contradictions, but a man in Christ is far more so. He truly says: — 

   I’m in my own and others’ eyes
   A labyrinth of mysteries.

We are asleep and awake at the same time. As Erskine rhymes it — 

   Both sleeping flesh I have, that rests
      In sloth unto my shame,
   And waking grace, that still protests
      Against this lazy frame.

There is an inner life within every Christian which can never die, and there is about him an inward death which can never rise to life. Jesus said, “The water that I shall give to him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life”; hence this divine life, though it may grow weak and feeble, and slumbering, yet never passes into the condition of absolute death, or even of complete unconsciousness. Something of heaven is still in the man of God when the earth encompasses him most. “Sin shall not have dominion over you”: God still has the throne, even when Satan rages most. This inward life shows itself usually in the uneasiness of the declining heart. When a believer feels that he is not what he ought to be, nor what he wants to be, he cannot be happy. He cannot rest and be content. There was a time when such a condition would have satisfied him, but now he is distressed beyond measure, and, like Noah’s dove, finds no rest for the sole of his foot. Hear him sing in the minor key — 

   Where is the blessedness I knew
      When first I saw the Lord?
   Where is the soul-refreshing view
      Of Jesus and his word?
   What peaceful hours I then enjoy’d!
      How sweet their memory still!
   But they have left an aching void
      The world can never fill.

He sleeps, but his heart beats, sighs, and palpitates with dire unrest.

21. The inner life shows itself, too, in desire, for the heart is the seat of desire, and it leads the man to say “I am not what I wish to be. I live at a poor dying rate: Christ’s love is so great to me, and mine to him so chilly. Lord, lift me out of this frozen state. I cannot bear this grave of lethargy. Lord, bring my soul out of prison! Give me more grace; give me to love Jesus better, and to be more like him. Poor as I am, I long to be enriched by your love and mercy; oh visit me with your salvation!” Such a pleading heart is still awake, though the mind may be dull. The Lord judges us by our earnest desires more than by our accomplishments. An old writer says, if you send a man on horseback for the doctor, if the horse is a sorry old nag that cannot move quickly you praise the man when you see him whipping and spurring and doing his best to hurry. You do not blame him for what is beyond his power. So he says, — often when our desires do whip and spur our languid spirits God sees what a rate we would go at if we could, and he takes the will for the deed. Often our desires are so aroused that we would harness the lightning and bit the tempest if we could, and spur both to a swifter speed. Desires prove wakefulness; “I sleep, but my heart is awake.”

22. The spouse gave another proof of her wakefulness by her discernment. She says, “It is the voice of my beloved who knocks.” Even when half asleep she knew her Lord’s voice. You may catch a true believer at his worst, but he still knows the gospel from anything else, and can detect another gospel in a moment. You shall come out with all your eloquence, your poetry and sweet concocted phrases, with something that is not the gospel of the blessed God, and you shall for a moment please the ear of the Christian, because of the literary excellence of your address, but he soon detects you. It is true of all Christ’s sheep, “They will not follow a stranger, for they do not know the voice of strangers.” The awakening believer soon perceives that the most musical voice of a stranger does not have the charm in it which is found in the voice of his Lord. Yes, he soon closes his ear to it in disgust and in holy trembling lest he should be deceived. His resolve is, “I will hear what God the Lord will speak.” He determines to be deaf to other voices, but to his Redeemer he says, “Speak, Lord, for your servant hears.” Blessed is he who in his dullest state can still discern and discriminate and cry, “It is the voice of my beloved.”

23. This wakefulness of heart shows itself often in the soul chiding itself. “I sleep,” she says. She would not have blamed herself as I have tried to describe her doing if she had not been awake in some measure.

24. This blessed living wakefulness within the heart will eventually display itself in action. The heart will wake up all that is within us, and we shall hurry to our Beloved. It is wonderful how a true Christian flies back to his God as soon as the Spirit of the Lord sets him free from the net. “Whom have I in heaven except you, and there is no one on earth that I desire besides you.” Brethren, you and I cannot rest anywhere short of Christ. When we were ravens we could rest on our own wings, or on the carrion of this world, but now that we have been made doves we must seek our Noah and his ark. A friend at the back of this Tabernacle furnished me with some pigeons only a little while ago. They were taken home to Norwood, and shut up for a few days, and well fed, in the hope that they would stay with us; but no sooner were they set at liberty than they soared aloft, made three circles in the sky, and then flew directly for this place. How I wished on my sickbed that I had their wings, and could hurry here too. It is so with believers. The devil may put us in captivity and shut us up for a while, but give us the opportunity and our heart knows the way back to Jesus. The spouse has dove’s eyes, and she sees from afar: she makes short work of it, and is back again with all the speed of the chariots of Amminadib.

25. This puzzle of “I sleep, but my heart is awake,” has been experienced by thousands. I quote no solitary examples, there are hundreds of the same. I recently found a little poem by Thomas Vaughan, which touched my heart, because it so aptly described my state. I will read it to show you that the paradox of a believer’s life is no fiction of mine, but is the frequent experience of God’s people. In a little out-of-the-way poem, which perhaps not one of you has ever seen, Vaughan quaintly sings: — 

   My sweetest Jesus! ’twas thy voice, ‘If I
   Be lifted up I’ll draw all to the sky.’
   Yet I am here: I’m stifled in the clay,
   Shut up from thee, and the fresh East of day.
   I know thy hand’s not short; but I’m unfit,
   A foul, unclean thing! to take hold of it.
   I am all dirt: nor can I hope to please
   Unless in mercy thou lov’st a disease.
   Diseases may be cur’d, but who’ll reprieve
   Him that is dead? Tell me, my God, I live.
   ’Tis true, I live: but I so sleep withal
   I cannot move, scarce hear when thou dost call,
   Sin’s lullabies charm me when I would come,
   But draw me after thee, and I will run.
   Thou know’st I’m sick: let me not feasted be,
   But keep a diet, all prescrib’d by thee.
   Should I carve for myself, I would exceed
   To surfeits soon, and by self-murder bleed.
   I ask for stones and scorpions, but still crost
   And all for love: shouldest thou grant, I were lost.
   Dear Lord, deny me still: and never sign
   My will, but when that will agrees with thine.
   And when this conflict’s past, and I appear
   To answer, what a patient I was here,
   How I did weep when thou didst woo: repine
   At thy best sweets, and in a childish whine
   Refuse thy proffer’d love; yet cry and call,
   For rattles of my own to play withal:
   Look on thy cross and let thy blood come in
   When mine shall blush as guilty of my sin.
   Then shall I live, being rescued in my fall,
   A text of mercy to thy creatures all.
   Who having seen the worst of sins in me,
   Must needs confess, the best of love’s in thee.

Does not this writer dip his pen into your soul’s sorrows?

26. III. Spare me a minute or two while I dwell on the point of MYSTERY SOLVED. “I sleep, but my heart is awake.”

27. How does her heart wake up? It is because the voice and knock of her Beloved are heard. Every child of God has a wondrous union with Christ. “Because I live,” says Christ, “you shall live also.” Do you ask why you are alive in such a body of death and grave of sin as your poor nature is? You live because Christ lives; and you cannot die until he does. This is why you cannot sleep as others do, because he does not sleep like that. “He who keeps Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep,” and until Christ’s spiritual life shall altogether slumber out into forgetfulness and inaction yours never shall. The mystical union between yourselves and him secures you from destruction, which apart from him would sweep you away as with a besom. This is why, dear friends, when you get where you should not be, you cannot be happy because Jesus is not happy when you are there. He groans over your follies; they cost him wounds, and bloody sweat, and death, and they must cost you something, too, if you indulge them. That field all tangled with the brambles tore the Shepherd when he sought you out, and the briars will tear you also if you wander there. The reason why you are awake at all is because Jesus calls you. His voice rings in your ears through his word both heard and read. He more than calls, he knocks at your heart by affliction, by mercy, by warning, by comfort. He will do even more with you if you are his; he will put his hand on the latch of the door, and then you shall open to him and he will come and sup with you and you with him. The mystery is all solved, the saint would be a sinner if it were not that he is one with the sinner’s Saviour: the living believer would be a lump of death and corruption if it were not that he is one with him who is the resurrection and the life, who has said, “whoever believes in me shall never die,” and again, “though he were dead yet he shall live.” What a blessing is this vital union with the ever-blessed Head, immortal and unslumbering!


29. It is this, be very careful when you possess great joys, for in this case the spouse had been with the Beloved in choice fellowship, and yet was soon drowsy. He had given her to drink abundantly, and he had feasted with her, but no sooner had the sun set than she said, “I sleep.” We are unusual creatures. Our very perfect brethren, although they do not see it, generally exhibit some glaring imperfection if you let them talk for five minutes. If you knock at the door to see if Mr. Pride is at home, you need not praise them long before he will show his full-length portrait. We are thankful for these brethren so far as they are saints, for good people are scarce; but I wish they would not tell us so much about their saintliness, for I have noticed that great cry often goes with little wool, and the noisiest thing that goes down the street is the dust cart. He who makes the most noise about his own perfection has the least of it. Let us be careful whenever we rise to the summit of the hill; careful to keep up, careful that we so act when we are up that we do not come down with a crash. Whenever the Lord visits you entertain him very heartily. Be careful that nothing grieves him, lest he departs. High joys may produce slumber; the chosen three upon the Mount Tabor were soon overcome with heaviness. At the too transporting sight of the transfigured Saviour darkness covered them. Be careful what you do when on the mount; be careful to carry a full cup with a steady hand.

30. Next, when you are blaming yourselves for your own work, do not forget the work of the Spirit in you. “I sleep”: strike your heart for that, but do not forget to add if it is true, “My heart is awake.” Bless God for any grace you have, even if it is very little. What if I am not sanctified as I wish to be and shall be, yet I am perfectly justified! What if I do not exhibit my Father’s likeness so completely as I hope to do, yet I am his child! What if as yet I do not produce all the fruits of the Spirit, yet I have the germs of them, the buds and blossoms, and soon I shall have the ripe fruit. In Aaron’s rod we see that the same power that could put the buds and blossoms on a dry stick could put the almonds there too.

31. Lastly, make sure above all things that you have that true faith which knows the voice of Jesus. The spouse would not have awaked if it had not been for the charm of Jesus’ voice which affected even her drowsy faculties. Some people can be more easily awakened by the voices of those they love than by any other means. The charm of memory, the charm of intimate affection, the charm of delight, gives music to some tongues: let your ear find all its music in the voice of Jesus. Know his voice. He says, “Incline your ear, and come to me: hear, and your soul shall live. My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me, and I give to them eternal life.” May God bless you, dear friends, with a faith that trusts Jesus, knows his voice, and follows him, and may we be aroused out of all our sleepiness, if we are at all drowsy, into a holy wakefulness, in order to serve the Lord our God with all our heart and soul and strength while we live. Come, Holy Spirit, and give us this privilege, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.

[Portions Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Ps 118 So 4; 5]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Jesus Christ, His Praise — ‘Altogether Lovely’ ” 421]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Conflict and Encouragement — Walking With God” 620]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus — Weaned From The World” 805]

Jesus Christ, His Praise
421 — “Altogether Lovely”
1 To Christ the Lord let every tongue
      Its noblest tribute bring:
   When he’s the subject of the song,
      Who can refuse to sing?
2 Survey the beauties of his face,
      And on his glories dwell;
   Think of the wonders of his grace,
      And all his triumphs tell.
3 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned
      Upon his awful brow;
   His head with radiant glories crown’d,
      His lips with grace o’erflow.
4 No mortal can with him compare,
      Among the sons of men;
   Fairer he is than all the fair
      That fill the heavenly train.
5 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
      He flew to my relief:
   For me he bore the shameful cross,
      And carried all my grief.
6 To heaven, the place of his abode,
      He brings my weary feet:
   Shows me the glories of my God,
      And makes my joys complete.
                     Samuel Stennett, 1787.

The Christian, Conflict and Encouragement
620 — Walking With God
1 Oh for a closer walk with God,
      A calm and heavenly frame;
   A light to shine upon the road
      That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
      When first I saw the Lord?
   Where is the soul refreshing view
      Of Jesus and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy’d!
      How sweet their memory still!
   But now I find an aching void
      The world can never fill.
4 Return, oh holy Dove! return,
      Sweet messenger of rest!
   I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
      And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
      Whate’er that idol be,
   Help me to tear it from they throne,
      And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
      Calm and serene my frame;
   So purer light shall mark the road
      That leads me to the Lamb.
                        William Cowper, 1779.

The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus
805 — Weaned From The World
1 I thirst, but not as once I did,
   The vain delights of earth to share;
   Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid
   That I should seek my pleasures there.
2 It was the sight of thy dear cross
   First wean’d my soul from earthly things;
   And taught me to esteem as dross
   The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
3 Dear fountain of delight unknown!
   No longer sink below the brim;
   But overflow, and pour me down
   A living and life-giving stream!
                     William Cowper, 1779.

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