1595. The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death

No. 1595-27:229. Delivered On Thursday Evening, August 12, 1880, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington. *3/20/2013

Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff comfort me. [Ps 23:4]

1. Do you know I had laid this text aside? I meant that this choice promise should be kept in store and stock until I came near the Jordan, and I hoped that then, in my last hours, I might be privileged to enjoy its sweetness, and sing with joyful lips — 

   Yea, though I walk through death’s dark vale,
      Yet will I fear no ill;
   For thou art with me, and thy rod
      And staff me comfort still.

The other day I found that I needed to eat this heavenly loaf at once and I did so. Fathers tell their children, “You cannot have your cake and eat it too”; but this rule does not hold good for the consolations of God. You can enjoy a promise and still have it. Yes, and have it all the more because your faith has fed upon its fatness. I sucked the honey out of this verse some days ago when a tempest howled around me, but its sweetness is still there. I shall enjoy it, I do not doubt when I come near to death’s gate; but I have had it already sealed to my own soul with richness and fulness of comfort by the blessed Spirit of our God. Oh that every believer who is burdened and cast down might find it as precious for his own heart as I have found it for mine.

2. This verse is no doubt very applicable to the experience of a believer when he comes to die; but, for certain, that is not its only intention. It has an inexpressibly delightful application to the dying; but it is for the living, too; and at this time if, through any particular trials, your soul is cast down within you, and you are walking through the valley of the shadow of death, I urge you to repeat the words of the text, and may the Lord help you to feel that they are true, — “Yes, though (even now) I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff comfort me.” The words are not in the future tense, and therefore are not reserved for a distant moment. Do not postpone to the future what you so greatly need in the present. Though I walk, even at this hour, through the dark valley, you, oh Lord, are with me; your rod and your staff comfort me. David was not dying; the psalm is full of happy, peaceful life. He is lying down in green pastures, and following his Lord by still waters; and if a cloud has descended upon him, and he feels himself like one threatened with death, he nevertheless expects goodness and mercy to follow him through all his days. The song is not to lie upon the shelf until our last day, but it is to be sung upon our stringed instruments all the days of our lives; therefore let us sing it at this hallowed hour in the courts of the Lord’s house, and in the midst of those who love him.

3. I. I call your attention, first, to THE PASS AND ITS TERRORS — “the valley of the shadow of death.”

4. Get the idea of a narrow ravine, something like the Gorge of Gondo or some other stern pass upon the higher Alps where the rocks seem piled to heaven, and the sunlight is seen above as through a narrow rift. Troubles are sometimes heaped on each other, pile on pile, and the road is a dreary defile through which the pilgrim on his journey to heaven has to wend his way. Set before your mind’s eye a valley shut in with stupendous rocks that seem to meet overhead, a narrowing defile, dark as midnight itself. Through this valley, or rocky ravine, the heavenly footman has to follow the path appointed for him in the eternal purpose of the Infinite mind. Through such a dreary rift many a child of God is making his way at this moment, and I speak to him.

5. Our first observation about it is that it is extremely gloomy. This is its chief characteristic. It is the valley of the shadow — the shadow of death. Death is terrible, and the very shadow of it is cold and chilly, and freezes to the marrow. I have stood under rocks which have not merely cooled me, but have cast around a horribly damp chill, as though the embrace of death had been around me, and its cold within me. One hurries to escape from such a deadly shadow, which has tended to strike you with fever. And such it seems to me is the shadow cast by the wing of death when the man feels that he is under such trouble of soul that he cannot live, and would not even wish to do so if he could. The joy of life has been like the sun under an eclipse; and in the chill, dark, damp shadow of a terrible sorrow the man has cowered down, and beneath the icy touch of doubt has shivered, has felt fevered and frightened and has been as one out of his mind. I speak to some young hearts here who, I hope, know nothing about this gloom. You do not want to know it. Keep bright while you can. Sing while you may. Be larks, and mount aloft, and sing as you mount; but there are some of God’s people who are not much in the lark line; they are a great deal more like owls. They sit alone and keep silence; or if they do open their mouths it is to give out a discontented hoot. Companions of dragons, and very suitable companions, too, such mournful ones need all the gentle sympathy we can afford them. Even those who are bright and cheerful do, many of them, occasionally pass through the dreary glen where everything is doleful; and their spirits sink below zero. I know what wise brethren say, “You should not give way to feelings of depression.” Quite right, we should no more. But we do; and perhaps when your brain is as weary as ours you will not bear yourselves more bravely than we do. “But desponding people are very much to be blamed.” I know they are, but they are also very much to be pitied; and, perhaps, if those who blame quite so furiously could once know what depression is, they would think it to be cruel to scatter blame where comfort is needed. There are experiences of the children of God which are full of spiritual darkness; and I am almost persuaded that those of God’s servants who have been most highly favoured have, nevertheless, suffered more times of darkness than others. The covenant is never known to Abraham so well as when a horror of great darkness comes over him, and then he sees the shining lamp moving between the pieces of the sacrifice. A greater than Abraham was led early in his ministry by the Spirit into the wilderness, and yet again before he closed his life he was sorrowful and very heavy in the garden. In this heaviness, for which there is a needs be, believers have a black foil which sets out the brightness of eternal love and faithfulness. Blessed be God for mountains of joy, and valleys of peace, and gardens of delight; but there is a Vale of Death Shade, and most of us have traversed its tremendous glooms.

6. Moreover, there are parts of human life which are dangerous as well as gloomy. In journeying through the passes of the East an escort is usually needed, for the robber lurks among the rocks, and shoots down upon the traveller, or blocks up his way with sword and spear. The name of the Khyber Pass is still terrible in our memories, and there are Khybers in most men’s lives. There are times in human history that are especially dangerous. Oh, you who are beginners, I do not wish to frighten you; I do not need to tell you that the ways of wisdom are terrible, for they are not. No, “Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.” But, for all that, there are enemies on the road to heaven; and there are “Cutthroat Lanes” where, when the enemy finds your spirits cast down, he pounces upon you unawares with temptation, and before you know it you may be wounded and seriously grieved. There are place in the valley of the shadow of death where every bush conceals an adversary, where temptations spring out of the very ground like the fiery serpents from among the desert sand, where the soul is among lions, even among those who are set on fire by hell. If you have not yet come to that part of your pilgrimage I am glad of it, and I hope that you may be spared it, in answer to that necessary prayer, “Do not lead us into temptation.” But if you are called to walk through this dangerous ravine, what will you do? Why, say this — Yes, though I walk through that dangerous pass of which I have heard, I will fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff comfort me. Remember that a Christian man is never so much in danger from abundance of temptation as from the carnal security of his own heart. We are often most in jeopardy when we are not tempted; and the worst devil in the world may be no devil at all. “Deliver me,” said a man of great experience, “from a sleeping devil, for if he roars at me he keeps me awake; but when he leaves me alone then my heart presumes that all is safe, and I am betrayed.” You young people, or old people either, who, are placed in the course of providence in positions of great trial and temptation, need not wish for an easier pathway, for it may be that you are safer now, being on your guard, than those who are not fiercely tried, but sit at ease, and are in great peril from sloth and spiritual indifference. Better to be consumed by fire than perish from dry rot. The cold mountains of trial are far safer than the sultry plains of pleasure. I am not, therefore, alarmed at an obvious danger, neither would I have you greatly dismayed because there is a gloomy gorge between you and heaven.

7. One of the chief reasons of the gloom is the fact that this terrible pass is shrouded in mystery. You do not know what the sorrow is. The shadow, — the shadow of death: what does it mean? You cannot discern the form which broods over you. You cannot grasp the foe. It is of no use drawing a sword against a shadow. Bunyan represents the pilgrim as putting up his sword when he came into the valley of the shadow of death. He had fought Apollyon with it, but when he came into the midnight of that horrible defile it was of no use to him. Everything was so veiled, magnified, and blackened in the dark. Hobgoblins as he called them, hovered around, strange shapes and exceptional forms of doubts, which he could not meet with reasoning, or overcome with argument. A man can pluck up courage against a thing he knows; but an evil which he does not know unnerves him. He does not know what the trial is, and yet a strange, joy-killing feeling is upon him. He cannot see the extent of his loss in business, but he fears that his all will go: he does not know the seriousness of his child’s illness, but death appears to be threatening. All is suspense and surmise; and the evil of evils is uncertainty. What frightened Belshazzar when the handwriting was on the wall was, no doubt, that he could see the hand, but he could not see the arm and the body to which the hand belonged. It seemed so unusual to see the mystical handwriting in letters of lightning, and no more. So, sometimes it seems to us as if we could not figure out our condition, — could not understand God’s dealings with us. We have seemed to be at cross purposes with providence. We have come to a place where two seas meet, and we cannot understand the current. Our temptation has been comparable to a cyclone, and we do not know which way the hurricane is sweeping; we are in the power of a whirlwind, jerked to and fro. Such things happen to God’s people now and then. And what are they to do when they get into these perplexities, these mysterious troubles, that they cannot at all describe? They must do — and God help them to do — as this blessed man did, who in the peace and confidence of faith went on his way singing, “Yes, though I walk through the valley shaded by the mysterious wings of death, and though I know nothing about my way, and cannot understand it, yet I will fear no evil, for you are with me. You know the way that I take. There are no mysteries with my God. You have the thread of this labyrinth, and you will surely lead me through. Why, therefore, should I fear? Your rod and your staff comfort me.” Gloom, danger, mystery, these three all vanish when faith lights up her heavenly lamp, trimmed with the golden oil of the promise.

8. Nor is this all. The idea of solitude is in the text, the path is lonely, and the pilgrim sings, “Yes, though I walk,” — as if he walked alone, no one sharing his shadowed pathway. Solitude is a very great trial to some spirits; and some of us know a great deal of what it means, for we dwell alone, in a spiritual sense. But you will say, “Do you not mingle with crowds?” Indeed, and there is no solitude like it. When your office and position set you as on a mountain all alone, you will know what I mean. For the sheep there are many companions; but for the shepherd few. Those who watch for souls come into positions in which they are separated from all human help. No one knows your care, or can guess the burden of your soul, and those who try to sympathise with you fail in the generous attempt. Some of you, perhaps, are in a position in which you complain, “No one was ever tried like I am. I feel as if God had set me as a target for his arrows.” Or possibly you murmur, “There may be many more afflicted than I am, but none in my particular way. I suffer an exceptional trial.” Just so; and that is an essential part of the bitterness of your cup, that you should lament that you are alone. But will you not say, with your divine Master, “You shall leave me alone, and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me?” Now is the time for faith. When you trust God and a friend, there is a question whether it is God you trust or the friend; but when the friend has left you, and only God is near, no question remains. If you and I are walking together, and a dog follows us, who knows which is the dog’s master? But when you go off to the left and I turn to the right, all men will see who owns the dog, by seeing whom he follows. If you can trust God alone, then you are really trusting him; and if, when creature streams run dry, you can stoop down to the Creator’s overflowing well and drink there, then you are a believer, and there is no mistake about it. It is profitable to be driven into loneliness so that we may prove whether we are solely trusting in God or not. It is a bad thing to be standing with one foot on the sea and the other on the land: an angel stood in that way, and it suits angels, but it is not a safe posture for such burdened beings as men and women. We must get both feet on the Rock of ages, or the foot which stands upon the sea of changeful self will be our downfall. My soul, wait only upon God! When faith’s sole foundation is the power and faithfulness of the Lord she learns to glory in the absence of all visible help, and sings with joyful heart, — Yes, though I walk through death’s dark valley, unattended by human companion, I will fear no evil, for my God is near.

9. Let me remark, further, that, though this valley is so gloomy, dangerous, mysterious, and solitary, yet it is often crossed. Many more go by this road than some people dream. Among those who wear a cheerful countenance in public there are many who are well acquainted with this dreary glen; they have passed through it often, and may be in it now. When I wear the sackcloth of sorrow, I try to bind it around my waist under my outer garments, and not where all shall see it; for has not the Master said, “You, when you fast, anoint your head and wash your face, so that you do not appear to men to fast?” Why should we cast others down? There is enough sorrow in the world without our spreading the infection by proclaiming our troubles. Story books are sent me to review, and when I perceive that they contain harrowing tales of poverty, I make short work of them. I see quite enough sorrow in real life, I do not need fiction to fret my heart. If men and women must write works of fiction at all, they might as well write cheerfully, and not break people’s hearts over mere fabrications. If I must weep, let it be over an actual grief, and not over a painted affliction. But so it is; some like to tell the story of their sorrows, and care little what may be the influence upon others; they might have a little more consideration for their fellow man. If my own heart is bleeding why should I wound others? Sometimes it is brave to be speechless, even as the singer puts it — 

   Bear and forbear, and silent be;
   Tell no man thy misery.

It is surely true that a great number of God’s best servants have trodden the depths of the valley of the shadow; and this ought to comfort some of you. The footsteps of the holy are in the valley of weeping. Saints have marched through the Via Dolorosa; do you not see their footprints? Above all others, notice one footstep! Do you not see it? Stoop down and fix your gaze upon it! Go on your knees and view it! If you look at it carefully, you will observe the print of a nail-wound. As surely as this word of God is true; your Lord has felt the chill of the death’s shade. There is no gloom of spirit, apart from the sin of it, into which Jesus has not fallen; there is no trouble of soul, or turmoil of heart, which is free from sin, which the Lord has not known. He says, “Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness.” The footprint of the Lord of life is set in the rock for ever, even in the valley of the shadow of death! Shall we not cheerfully advance to the cross and death of Jerusalem when Jesus goes before?

10. I shall close, my remarks upon this Via Mala [way of evil] of terrors by showing that, dark and gloomy as it is, it is not an unhallowed pathway. No sin is necessarily connected with sorrow of heart, for Jesus Christ our Lord once, said, “My soul is extremely sorrowful even to death.” There was no sin in him, and consequently none in his deep depression. We have never known a joy or a sorrow altogether untainted with evil; but in grief itself there is no necessary cause of sin. A man may be as happy as all the birds in the air, and there may be no sin in his happiness; and a man may be extremely heavy, and yet there may be no sin in the heaviness. I do not say that there is not sin in all our feelings, but still the feelings in themselves need not be sinful. I would, therefore, try to cheer any brother who is sad, for his sadness is not necessarily blameworthy. If his downcast spirit arises from unbelief, let him flog himself, and cry to God to be delivered from it; but if the soul is sighing, “Though he kills me, yet I will trust in him,” its being killed is not a fault. If the man cries, “My God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore I will remember you,” his soul’s being cast down within him is no sin. “If need be,” says the apostle, “you are in heaviness through various temptations.” Not only, “if need be you are in the temptations,” but “you are in heaviness through them.” There is a needs-be for the heart-break, for it is in the heaviness of the spirit that the essence of the trial is found. Does not Solomon say, “The blueness of a wound cleanses away evil?” If the blow is not such as to leave its bruise, there has been no chastening that will do us any good. Heaviness of spirit is not, therefore, on every occasion a matter for which we need to condemn ourselves, though it will be good always to turn a severe side to one’s self. However we may censure ourselves for heart-sorrow we must be careful not to condemn others; for the way of sorrow is not the way of sin, but a hallowed road sanctified by the prayers of myriads of pilgrims, now with God — pilgrims who, passing through the valley of Baca, made it a well, the rain also filled the pools: of such it is written, “they go from strength to strength, every one of them in Zion appears before God.”

11. So much upon the dark and dangerous valley of the shadow.

12. II. Our second point, upon which we shall speak for a little while, is THE PILGRIM AND HIS PROGRESS. “Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death.”

13. The pilgrim, you observe, first, is calm in the prospect of his dreary passage. I do not think that it is one half so hard to bear a trouble as it is to think of it beforehand. The poet well said that many of us

   “Feel a thousand deaths in fearing one.”

The outriders of trouble are often of a fiercer countenance than the trouble itself. We suffer more in the dread of trial than in the endurance of the stroke. Here we have a man of faith who is calm in expectancy of trouble: “I shall walk,” he says, “through the valley of the shadow of death.” I expect to do so, but I will fear no evil. Do you have, my friend, a trouble evidently drawing near to you? Are there signs of a storm all around you? Then look bravely at the future. Do not let your heart fail you while waiting for the thunder and the hurricane. David said, “Though a host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war should rise against me, in this I will be confident.” Encamped enemies generally trouble us more than actually contending foes. When, once the enemy raises the war-cry, and comes on, we are aroused to valour, and meet him foot to foot, but while he tarries and holds us in suspense our heart is apt to eat into itself with perplexity. We can see that our deadly foe is in his camp, but we do not know whether he will attack us at the middle watch of the night, or at the dawn of the day, or when his onslaught will be: this suspense distresses the soul; and hence the glory of a faith that can say — “Though I know that I shall soon suffer, yet in the prospect of it I am at rest. I fear no evil.” Beloved, pray to be calm in the prospect of trial: it is half the battle. Is it not written of the believer, “He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the Lord?”

14. Furthermore, the pilgrim is steady in his progress. “Yes, though I walk through the valley,” he says. He does not run in haste: he walks quietly along. We are generally in a hurry to get our trouble over with, like those who say, “If medicine must be taken, let it be taken as soon as possible.” There is a season for all things. Let us wait until the trouble comes from the hand of the Lord, for he will time it to the second. “There! I must know the worst of it,” one cries, “I feel in such a horrible state of suspense that I must end it one way or another.” But, my dear friend, faith is not in such a frightful bustle, — “He who believes, shall not make haste.” Faith is quick when it has to serve God, but it is patient when it has to wait for him. There is no hurry about the Psalmist, “Yes, though, I walk” he says — quietly, calmly, steadily. The pace of the experienced man of God is a walk. Young people fly, “they shall mount up with wings as eagles”; growing men “run and are not weary”; but when a man of God becomes a father in the church, and is endowed with abounding strength he walks and does not faint. Walking is the regulation pace for veteran soldiers of Christ; all the rest is for the raw recruits. So David in effect declares, — I shall walk through the valley of the shadow of death as quietly as I walk my garden in the evening, or go down the street about my business. My affliction does not disqualify me for duty, I am not flustered and worried about it. May God give you, my dear brothers and sisters, this calm faith. I pray that he may give it to me, for I greatly need it. I have often confessed my lack of it, and confessed it with shame and confusion of face, for I serve a blessed Master, and I ought never to fear, nor allow pain of body to produce trembling of heart. Oh sacred Comforter, shed abroad in my heart the peace of God.

15. The next point about the pilgrim’s progress is that he is secure in his expectancy. “Yes, though I walk through the valley.” There is a bright side to that word “through.” He expects to come out of the dreary pass to a brighter country. Just as the train of his life enters into the dark tunnel of tribulation, he says within himself, “I shall come out on the other side. It may be very dark, and I may go through the very heart of the earth, but I am bound to come out on the other side.” So it is with every child of God. If his way to heaven should lie over the bottom of the sea, near to the base of the mountains where the earth with her bars is about him, he will traverse the road in perfect safety. Jonah’s road to heaven lay that way, and a special conveyance was made for him: “The Lord had prepared a great fish to swallow up Jonah.” I do not suppose there was ever any other fish of the kind. Naturalists cannot find such a whale, they say, nor need they look for it, for the Scripture says, “The Lord prepared a fish.” He knew how to make it to hold Jonah exactly, and the fish accommodated its passenger, and brought him right up to shore. Providence makes special preparation for every tried saint. If you are God’s servant, and are called to very particular trial, some exceptional providence, the like of which you have never read of, shall certainly happen to you to illustrate in your case the divine goodness and faithfulness. Oh, if we had more faith! Oh, if we had more faith! Life would be happy, trial would be light. Brethren, is it not an easy thing to walk through a shadow? If you get up in the morning and saunter down the field, and the spiders have spun their cobwebs across the path in a thousand places, you brush them all away; and yet there is more strength in a cobweb than in a shadow. The Psalmist speaks without fear, for he regards his expected trials as walking through a shadow. Trials and troubles, if we only have faith, are mere shadows that cannot hinder us on our road to heaven. Sometimes God so overrules afflictions that they even help us on to glory; therefore let us walk on and never be afraid. Let us be sure that if we walk in at one end of the hollow way of affliction we shall walk out at the other. Who shall hinder us when God is with us?

16. The main point about this pilgrim and his progress is that he is perfectly innocent of fear. He says, “I shall fear no evil.” It is beautiful to see a child at perfect peace amid dangers which alarm all those who are with him. I have read about a little boy who was on board a vessel that was being buffeted by the tempest, and everyone was distressed, knowing that the ship was in great peril. There was not a sailor on board, certainly not a passenger, who was not full of alarm. This boy, however, was perfectly happy, and was rather amused than alarmed by the tossing of the ship. They asked him why he was so happy at such a time. “Well,” he said, “my father is the captain. He knows how to manage.” He did not think it was possible that the ship could go down while his father was in command. There was folly in such confidence, but there will be none in yours if you believe with an equally unqualified faith in your Father, who can and will bring safely into port every vessel that is committed to his charge. Rest in God and be quiet from fear of evil.

17. This pilgrim, while he is thus free from fear, is not at all fanatical or ignorant, since he gives a good reason for his freedom from alarm. “I will fear no evil,” he says, “for you are with me.” Was there ever a better reason given under heaven for being fearless than this — that God is with us? He is on our side; he is pledged to help us; he has never failed us; he must cease to be what he is before he can cast away one soul that trusts him. Where, then, is there room for terror? The child is confident because his mother is with him; much more should we be serene in heart since the omniscient, the omnipotent, the immutable God is on our side. “Whom shall I fear?” Whom shall we select to honour with our dread? Is there anyone whom we need to fear? “Who shall lay anything to the charge of God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is he who condemns?” Christ has died, and risen again, and sits up in heaven at the right hand of God as our representative; who then can harm us? Let the heavens be dissolved, and the earth be melted with fervent heat, but do not let the Christian’s heart be moved: let him stand like the great mountains, whose foundations are confirmed for ever, for the Lord God will not forsake his people or break his covenant.

18. “I will fear no evil, for you are with me.” There is something more here than freedom from fear and a substantial reason for it, for the true believer rejoices in exalted companionship. “You are with me.” You — you — you — the King of kings, before whom every seraph veils his face, abashed before the awful majesty of his Maker. “You are with me” — you before whom the greatest of the great sink into utter insignificance — you are with me. How brave that man ought to be who walks with the Lion of the tribe of Judah as his guard! What steady footsteps should that man take who treads upon a rock, and knows it. “You are with me.” Trembling brother you would feel perfectly safe if you had your eyes opened to see the companies of angels who surround you. You would rejoice in your security if you saw horses and chariots of fire encompassing you. But such defences are as nothing compared with those which are always around you. God is better than myriads of chariots. “The chariots of God are twenty thousand, even thousands of angels”; but the glory of it is that “God is among them as in Sinai.” God is with every one of his children. We dwell in him, and he dwells in us. “I in them and they in me,” says Christ. A vital, everlasting union exists between every believing soul and God, and what reason can there be for fear? “You are with me.” Oh for grace to be brave pilgrims, and to make steady progress with heavenly company as our glory and defence.

19. III. Now, I shall close with my third point, which is most evidently in the text — THE SOUL AND ITS SHEPHERD; for David says, “Your rod and your staff comfort me.” You see the psalm is all about a shepherd and a soul that feels itself to be like a sheep.

20. The rod and staff, the signs of shepherdry, are the comforts of the saints. What are the uses of the rod and staff?

21. Consider, first, that the rod was used for numbering the sheep. “Then shall the sheep pass again under the hand of him who counts them.” The shepherd holds his rod, and the sheep are counted as they pass under it. It is a very blessed thing when the soul can say, “The Lord counts me as one of his. I am in the valley of the shadow of death, but I am one of the Lord’s own purchased flock. I am in great sadness, but I am numbered with his redeemed.” The good Shepherd keeps all his sheep, and he will preserve them in the gloomy valley. “The Lord knows those who are his,” and the Lord will show himself strong on the behalf of his own. He says, “I give to my sheep eternal life, and they shall never perish, neither shall anyone pluck them out of my hand.” If he numbers me among his own, though the lowliest of them and feeblest in faith, and lowest in grace, yet he will protect me. Since I can say, “My Beloved is mine, and I am his,” I am sure of every good thing. We need no better comfort, for when his disciples rejoiced because the demons were subject to them, their Master said, “Nevertheless, do not rejoice in this, but rather rejoice because your names are written in heaven.” If with his rod the Shepherd of Israel has pointed you out as his own, you may well be of good cheer, for the Lord will not lose one part of his portion, nor allow the enemy to devour one of his flock.

22. Next, the rod is used for rule. The shepherd’s crook, which is now put into the hand of a bishop to show that he ought to be a shepherd, is the emblem of power and government. The shepherd is not only the keeper but the lord of the sheep. Remember that your Saviour is your Sovereign. You call him Master and Lord, and you say well. Do you feel the spirit of obedience? I trust I do, for I long to serve him. I am not what I ought to be nor what I want to be, but my heart longs to obey his will. I accept his law to be my law, and I wish always to be one of his most loyal subjects. I delight to think that the Lord reigns. It is a part of my song — “The Lord is king.” My heart shouts it. I would proclaim it at the market cross [a] of every town. Let Jesus Christ reign, and reign for ever and ever. The joy is that he does reign. His rod and staff are the emblems of the Shepherd-King, and as we submit to his supreme sway we find a comfort in his royal power and dignity.

23. A third meaning — for the words are very full of doctrine — is this: the rod and staff are meant for guidance. It is with his rod that the shepherd leads his flock. It is most sweet, most comforting to believe that the Lord is guiding us. “You shall guide me with your counsel, and afterwards receive me to glory.” We are not half awake as the sheep of Christ; but if we were to watch our Lord we should see him gently leading us by a right way. When we are not wilful, but wait upon him, he leads us on in a way which we should not have chosen of our own accord, but it is the safe and right way. When we do not know which road to take we are not left to make a foolish choice, but we hear a voice behind us saying, “This is the way, walk in it.” It is a blessed thing when we are in a troubled condition to be quite confident that the Lord himself brought us there, for then we are sure that the road must be right, since our Shepherd never misleads his flock. If we follow where Jesus leads, the guide is responsible for the road.

24. The next meaning of the rod and staff is that of urging onward. The sheep sometimes are lazy, and will not move; and then the shepherd pushes them on a bit with his rod and staff. Have you ever felt the divine arousings? Perhaps under a sermon you have had a pretty sharp thrust. I know I have had to lay on the rod at times in the Master’s name upon certain fat sheep who are not quite as nimble as they ought to be; but their wool is so thick that I can scarcely make them feel it. The Great Shepherd knows how to touch them. He can give such a push when sheep are lingering behind that, suddenly, you see them leap forward, and you wonder how it is that they go to the front so eagerly. If I am under a trouble, and I feel that it speeds me on in the right road, if it drives me to prayer, if it makes me honour God more, then the rod and staff comfort me. It is a happy thing to be afflicted towards heaven. It is an evil thing to be comfortable in doing nothing — a horrible thing to be sinking into indifference, and not to care whether you get out of it or not, but it is good to be tried, and so made earnest for more grace. It comforts a wise man to perceive that the rod is working for his good.

25. The rod and staff mean chastisement; for if a sheep goes astray the Shepherd pulls it back by the leg with his crook, and makes it feel that it cannot wander without suffering for it. So does the Lord chasten us. Blessed be his name for chastening; though it is not joyous but grievous, “nevertheless afterwards it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who are exercised by it.” Oh, how blessed are those words “nevertheless afterwards.” It is a condescending thing for God to take enough notice of you to chasten you. A man does not whip other people’s children, and when God afflicts a believer, and the soul within him is broken down, let him say within himself, “Blessed be God for this tribulation! Whom he loves he chastens, and scourges every son whom he receives.” Sweet is the pain that seals the Father’s love! Blessed is the anguish caused by our Shepherd’s hand! Oh, dreadful pleasure that would arise out of God’s leaving me alone, let me never taste it; but blessed grief, blessed heart-break, which assures me that God has not forgotten me. Oh Lord, your rod when it chastens me does comfort me.

26. But, last of all, the rod and the staff are used by the shepherd to protect his flock. With these he contends against the beasts of the field so that the lambs may not be torn. And, oh, how glorious is Christ when he comes out with the weapons of his eternal power to fight the lion that would rend our soul! Think of him in heaven pleading for his people, pleading the merits of his blood, using his intercession as a staff with which he strikes the wolf, and chases away the lion and the bear, so that none of us may be destroyed. He must, he will protect his own elect. You may think that Christ bought his people with his blood and that he will lose them, but I do not believe it. When a thing has cost you dearly you take great care of it, and if it cost you your life, you would not readily part with it. “Skin for skin, yes, all that a man has, he will give for his life,” and when he has once given up his life, what he has purchased with it is more dear to him than all the world. Christ would sooner lose his life than lose his people. He did die once to save them, and until he dies again they shall never perish. Has he not said it himself, “Because I live you shall live also?” Unless they live he does not live. His life has entered into them, and it can never leave them. “I give,” he says, “to my sheep eternal life”; and what can “eternal life” mean except a life which goes on for ever?

27. Oh, may God give to everyone here present the faith which I have been talking about. Perhaps some of you have never trusted your souls with Christ. You know that faith is the way of salvation, why do you not follow it? Simply trust him; simply trust him; simply trust him now. It is wonderful the power of faith to change the heart. When you trust a man you love him. You cannot be an enemy to a man in whom you trust. The effect of faith upon the affections is marvellous; it changes their whole nature and bent. May God give you to know Christ, for those who know his name will put their trust in him; and when you know him and trust him then you shall confess with us to the Lord, “Blessed is the man who trusts in you.” May God bless you, dear friends, for Christ’s sake. Amen.

[Portion Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Ps 23; 25]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Spirit of the Psalms — Psalm 23” 23 @@ "(Version 1)"]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Spirit of the Psalms — Psalm 36” 36 @@ "(Song 2)"]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Spirit of the Psalms — Psalm 37” 37 @@ "(Song 1)"]

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Spirit of the Psalms
Psalm 23 (Version 1)
1 My Shepherd will supply my need,
   Jehovah is his name;
   In pastures fresh he mikes me feed,
   Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wandering spirit back
   When I forsake his ways:
   And leads me, for his mercy’s sake,
   In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk through the shades of death,
   Thy presence is my stay;
   A word of thy supporting breath
   Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes,
   Doth still my table spread;
   My cup with blessings overflows;
   Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God
   Attend me all my days;
   Oh may thy house be mine abode,
   And all my work be praise!
6 There would I find a settled rest,
   While others go and come;
   No more a stranger, or a guest,
   But like a child at home.
                           Isaac Watts, 1719

Psalm 23 (Version 2)
1 The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want
   He makes me down to lie
   In pastures green: he leadeth me
   The quiet waters by.
2 My soul he doth restore again,
   And me to walk doth make
   Within the paths of righteousness,
   E’en for his own name’s sake.
3 Yea, though I walk through death’s dark vale,
   Yet will I fear no ill;
   For thou art with me, and thy rod
   And staff me comfort still.
4 My table thou hast furnished
   In presence of my foes;
   My head thou dost with oil anoint,
   And my cup overflows.
5 Goodness and mercy all my life
   Shall surely follow me;
   And in God’s house for ever more
   My dwelling place shall be.
                        Scotch Version, 1641.

Psalm 23. (Version 3)
1 The Lord my Shepherd is,
   I shall be well supplied;
   Since he is mine, and I am his,
   What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place
   Where heavenly pasture grows,
   Where living waters gently pass,
   And full salvation flows.
3 If e’er I go astray,
   He doth my soul reclaim;
   And guides me in his own right way,
   For his most holy name.
4 While he affords his aid,
   I cannot yield to fear;
   Though I should walk through death’s dark shade,
   My Shepherd’s with me there.
5 In spite of all my foes,
   Thou dost my table spread;
   My cup with blessings overflows,
   And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of thy love
   Shall crown my following days;
   Nor from thy house will I remove,
   Nor cease to speak thy praise.
                        Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 23 (Version 4)
1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
   And feed me with a Shepherd’s care;
   His presence shall my wants supply,
   And guard me with a watchful eye;
   My noonday walks he will attend,
   And all my midnight hours defend.
2 Though in the paths of death I tread,
   With gloomy horrors overspread,
   My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
   For thou, Oh Lord! are with me still:
   Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
   And guide me through the dreadful shade.
                     Joseph Addison, 1712.

Spirit of the Psalms
Psalm 36 (Song 1)
1 High in the heaven, Eternal God,
   Thy goodness in full glory shines;
   Thy truth shall break through every cloud
   That veils and darkens thy designs.
2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
   As mountains their foundations keep;
   Wise are the wonders of thy hands;
   Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large,
   Both man and beast thy bounty share;
   The whole creation is thy charge,
   But saints are thy peculiar care.
4 My God! how excellent thy grace,
   Whence all our hope and comfort springs;
   The sons of Adam, in distress,
   Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
                           Isaac Watts, 1719.
Psalm 36 (Song 2)
1 Above these heavens’ created rounds,
   Thy mercies, Lord, extend;
   Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds
   Where time and nature end.
2 From thee, when creature streams run low,
   And mortal comforts die,
   Perpetual springs of life shall flow,
   And raise our pleasures high.
3 Though all created light decay,
   And death close up our eyes,
   Thy presence makes eternal day,
   Where clouds can never rise.
                        Isaac Watts, 1719.

Spirit of the Psalms
Psalm 37 (Song 1)
1 Oh God of love, how blest are they
   Who in thy ways delight!
   Thy presence guides them all the day,
   And cheers them all the night.
2 Whene’er they faint, a mighty arm
   Is nigh them to uphold;
   And sin or Satan cannot harm
   The feeblest of thy fold.
3 The Lord is wise, the Lord is just,
   The Lord is good and true,
   And they who on his promise trust
   Will find it bear them through.
4 His word will stay their sinking hearts;
   Their feet shall never slide:
   The heavens dissolve, the earth departs,
   they safe in God abide.
                  Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

Psalm 37 (Song 2)
1 Set thou thy trust upon the Lord,
   Do good and know no care,
   For so thou in the land shalt dwell,
   And God thy food prepare.
2 Delight thyself in God, He’ll give
   Thine heart’s desire to thee:
   Commit thy way to God alone,
   It brought to pass shall be.
3 And like unto the light he shall
   Thy righteousness display;
   And he thy judgment shall bring forth,
   Like noontide of the day.
                     Scotch Version, 1641, a.