1995. The Heart: A Gift for God

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No. 1995-33:661. A Sermon Delivered By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

A Sermon Intended For Reading On Lord’s Day, December 11, 1887.

My son, give me your heart. {Pr 23:26}

1. These are the words of Solomon speaking in the name of wisdom, which wisdom is only another name for the Lord Jesus Christ, who is made wisdom to us by God. If you ask, “What is the highest wisdom on the earth?” it is to believe in Jesus Christ whom God has sent — to become his follower and disciple, to trust him and imitate him. It is God, in the person of his dear Son, who says to each one of us, “My son, give me your heart.” Can we answer, “Lord, I have given you my heart?” Then we are his sons. Let us cry, “Abba, Father,” and bless the Lord for the high privilege of being his children. “Behold, what manner of love the Father has bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God.”

2. I. Let us look at this precept, “My son, give me your heart”; and notice, first, that LOVE PROMPTS THIS REQUEST OF WISDOM.

3. Only love seeks after love. If I desire the love of another, it can surely only be because I myself have love towards him. We do not care to be loved by those whom we do not love. It would be an embarrassment rather than an advantage to receive love from those to whom we would not return it. When God asks for human love, it is because God is love. Just as the sparks mount toward the sun, the central fire, so ought our love to rise towards God, the central source of all pure and holy love. It is an example of infinite condescension that God should say, “My son, give me your heart.” Notice the strange position in which it puts God and man. The usual position is for the creature to say to God, “Give me”; but here the Creator cries to feeble man, “Give me.” The Great Benefactor himself becomes the Petitioner — stands at the door of his own creatures, and asks, not for offerings, nor for words of praise, but for their hearts. Oh, it must be because of the great love of God that he condescends to put himself into such a position; and if we were right-minded, our immediate response would be, “Do you seek my heart? Here it is, my Lord.” But, alas! few respond like this, and none do so except those who are, like David, men after God’s own heart. When God says to such, “Seek my face,” they answer at once, “Your face, Lord, we will seek”: but this answer is prompted by divine grace. It can only be love that seeks for love.

4. Again, it can only be supreme love which leads wisdom to seek after the heart of such poor things as we are. The best saints are poor things; and as for some of us who are not the best, what poor, poor things we are! How foolish! How slow to learn! Does wisdom seek us for scholars? Then wisdom must be of a most condescending kind. We are so guilty, too. We shall rather disgrace than honour the courts of wisdom if she admits us to her school. Yet she says to each of us, “Give me your heart. Come and learn from me.” Only love can invite such scholars as we are. I am afraid we shall never do much to glorify God; we have only very small parts to begin with, and our position is obscure. Yet, commonplace people though we are, God says to each one of us, “My son, give me your heart.” Only infinite love would come wooing to such wretched hearts as ours.

5. For what does God have to gain? Brothers and sisters, if we all gave our hearts to him, in what respect would he be the greater? If we gave him all we have, would he be any the richer? “The silver and the gold are mine,” he says, “and the cattle on a thousand hills. If I were hungry, I would not tell you.” He is too great for us to make him greater, too good for us to make him better, too glorious for us to make him more illustrious. When he comes wooing, and cries, “Give me your heart,” it must be for our benefit, and not for his own. Surely it is more blessed for us to give than for him to receive. He can gain nothing: we gain everything by the gift. Yet he gains a son: that is a sweet thought. Everyone who gives God his heart becomes God’s son, and a father esteems his children to be treasures; and I think that God sets a higher value on his children than on all the works of his hand besides. We see the Great Father’s likeness in the story of the returning prodigal. The father thought more of his returning son than of all that he possessed besides. “It was fitting,” he said “that we should make merry, and be glad: for your brother was dead, and is alive again; and was lost, and is found.” Oh, I tell you, you who do not know the Lord, that if you give your hearts to him you will make him glad! The Eternal Father will be glad to get back his lost son, to press to his bosom a heart warm with affection for him, which heart previously had been cold and stony towards him. “My son, give me your heart,” he says, as if he longed for our love, and could not bear to have children who had forgotten him. Do you not hear him speak? Speak, Spirit of God, and make each one hear you say, “My son, give me your heart!”

6. You who are sons of God already may take my text as a call to give God your heart anew, for — I do not know how it is — men are amazingly scarce now; and men with hearts are rare. If preachers had larger hearts, they would move more people to hear them. A sermon preached without love falls flat and dead. We have heard sermons, admirable in composition, and excellent in doctrine, but like that palace which the Empress of Russia built upon the Neva of blocks of ice. Nothing more lustrous, nothing more sharply cut, nothing more charming; but oh, so cold, so very cold! Its very beauty is a frost to the soul! “My son,” says God to every preacher, “give me your heart.” Oh minister, if you cannot speak with eloquent tongue, at least let your heart run over like burning lava from your lips! Let your heart be like a geyser, scalding all who come near you, permitting no one to remain indifferent. You who teach in the Sunday School, you who work for God in any way, do it thoroughly and well. “Give me your heart, my son,” says God. It is one of the first and last qualifications of a good workman for God that he should put his heart into his work. I have heard mistresses tell servants when polishing tables that elbow grease was a fine thing for such work; and so it is. Hard work is a splendid thing. It will make a way under a river, or through an Alp. Hard work will do almost everything; but in God’s service it must not only be hard work, but hot work. The heart must be on fire. The heart must be focused on its purpose. See how a child cries! Though I am not fond of hearing it, yet I note that some children cry all over: when they want a thing, they cry from the tips of their toes to the last hair of their heads. That is the way to preach, and that is the way to pray, and that is the way to live: the whole man must be heartily engaged in holy work. Love prompts the request of wisdom.

7. God knows that in his service we shall be miserable unless our hearts are fully engaged. Whenever we feel that preaching is heavy work, and Sunday School teaching after six days’ labour is tiresome, and going around a district with tracts is a terrible task — then we shall do nothing well. Put your heart into your service, and all will be joyful; but not otherwise.

8. II. Now, I turn my text another way. WISDOM PERSUADES US TO OBEY THIS LOVING REQUEST. To take our hearts and give them up to God is the wisest thing that we can do. If we have done it before, we had better do it over again, and hand over once more the sacred deposit into those dear hands which will surely keep what we commit to their guardian care. “My son, give me your heart.”

9. Wisdom prompts us to do it; for, first, many others crave our hearts, and our hearts will surely go one way or another. Let us see to it that they do not go where they will be ruined. I will not read the next verse, but many a man has lost his heart and soul eternally by the lusts of the flesh. He has perished through “her who lies in wait as for a prey, and increases the transgressors among men.” Happy is that young man whose heart is never defiled with vice! There is no way of being kept from impurity except by giving up the heart to the holy Lord. In a city like this, the most pure-minded are surrounded with innumerable temptations; and there are many who slip with their feet before they are aware of it, being carried away because they do not have time to think before the temptation has cast them to the ground. “Therefore, my son,” says wisdom, “give me your heart. Everyone will try to steal your heart, therefore leave it in my charge. Then you need not fear the fascinations of the strange woman, for I have your heart, and I will keep it safe until the day of my appearing.” It is most wise to give Jesus our heart, for seducers will seek after it.

10. There is another destroyer of souls. I will not say much about it, but I will just read what the context says about it — “Who has woe? Who has sorrow? Who has contentions? Who has babbling? Who has wounds without cause? Who has redness of eyes? Those who tarry long at the wine. Those who go to seek mixed wine. Do not look upon the wine when it is red, when it gives its colour in the cup, when it goes down smoothly. At the last it bites like a serpent, and stings like an adder. Your eyes shall behold strange women, and your heart shall utter perverse things.” Read carefully the rest of the chapter, and then hear the voice of wisdom say, “My son, if you would be kept from drunkenness and gluttony, from immorality and lust, and everything that the heart inclines to, give me your heart.”

11. It is good to guard your heart with all the apparatus that wisdom can provide. It is good totally to abstain from what becomes a snare to you: but, I charge you, do not rely on abstinence, but give your heart to Jesus; for nothing short of true godliness will preserve you from sin so that you shall be presented faultless before his presence with very great joy. Since you would wish to preserve an unblemished character, and be found honourable to the end, my son, I charge you to give your heart to Christ.

12. Wisdom urges for immediate decision because it is good to have a heart at once occupied and taken up by Christ. It is an empty heart that the devil enters. You know how the boys always break the windows of empty houses; and the devil throws stones wherever the heart is empty. If you can say to the devil when you are tempted, “You are too late; I have given my heart to Christ, I cannot listen to your overtures, I am affianced to the Saviour by bonds of love that never can be broken,” what a blessed safeguard you have! I know of nothing that can so protect the young man in these perilous days as to be able to sing “Oh God, my heart is fixed; my heart is fixed! Others may flit to and fro, and seek something to light upon, but my heart is fixed upon you for ever. I am unable to turn aside through your sweet grace.” “My son,” says the text, “give me your heart,” that Christ may dwell there, that when Satan comes, the One who is stronger than the strong-armed man may keep his house, and drive the foe back.

13. Give Jesus your hearts, beloved friends, for wisdom tells you to do it at once, because it will please God. Do you have a friend to whom you wish to give a present? I know what you do: you try to find out what that friend would value, for you say, “I should like to give him what would please him.” Do you want to give God something that is sure to please him? You need not build a church of matchless architecture — I do not know that God cares much about stones and wood. You need not wait until you shall have amassed money to endow a row of almshouses. It is good to bless the poor, but Jesus said that one who gave two mites, which made a farthing, gave more than all the rich men who cast in from their wealth into the treasury. What would God my Father like me to give? He answers, “My son, give me your heart.” He will be pleased with that, for he himself seeks the gift.

14. If there are any here to whom this day is an anniversary of birth, or of marriage, or of some other joyful occasion, let them give a present to God, and give him their hearts. It is amazing that he should word it so. “My son, give me your heart.” I should not have dared to say such a thing if he had not said it, but he puts it like that. This will please him better than a young bull that has horns and hoofs, better than smoking incense in the silver censer, better than all you can contrive by art, or purchase by wealth, or design for beauty. “My son, give me your heart.”

15. For notice, again, that if you do not give him your heart, you cannot please him at all. You may give God what you please, but without your heart it is all an abomination to him. To pray without your heart is solemn mockery; to sing without your heart is an empty sound; to give, to teach, to work, without your heart is all an insult to the Most High. You cannot do God any service until you give him your heart. You must begin with this. Then your hand and purse shall give what they wish, and your tongue and brain shall give what they can; but first your heart — first your heart — your innermost self — your love — your affection. You must give him your heart, or you give him nothing.

16. And does he not deserve it? I am not going to use that argument, because, somehow, if you press a man to give a thing, at last it comes not to be a gift, but a tax. Our consecration to God must be unquestionable in its freeness. Religion is voluntary or else false. If I shall prove that your heart is God’s due, why, then, you will not give, but rather pay as though it were a debt; so I will touch that string very gently, lest, in seeking to bring out music, I snap the chord. I will put it like this: surely it would be good to give a heart for a heart. There was One who came and took human nature on him, and wore a human heart within his bosom, and that human heart was pressed very severely with sorrow until, it is written, that he wept. It was pressed even more with anguish until, it is written, “He sweat as it were, great drops of blood, falling to the ground.” He was still further overwhelmed with grief, until at last he said, “Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness”; and then it is written, “One of the soldiers pierced his side with a spear, and immediately blood and water came out.” A heart was given for you, will you not give your heart? I say no more.

17. I was about to say that I wished I could bring my Master here to stand on this platform, so that you might see him; but I know that faith comes by hearing, not by seeing. Yet I would clearly present him among you as crucified for you. Oh, give him, then, a heart for a heart, and yield yourself up to him! Is there not a sweet whisper in your spirit now that says, “Yield your heart?” Listen to that still small voice, and there shall be no need that I speak further.

18. Believe me, beloved friends, there is no getting wisdom unless you give your heart to it. There is no understanding the science of Christ crucified, which is the most excellent of all the sciences, without giving your heart to it. Some of you have been trying to be religious. You have been trying to be saved, but you have done it in an off-handed kind of way. “My son, give me your heart.” Wisdom suggests to you that you should do it, for unless your whole heart is thrown into it you will never prosper in it. Certain men never get on in business; they do not like their trade, and so they never prosper. And, certainly, in the matter of religion, no man can ever prosper if he does not love it, if his whole heart is not in it. Some people have just enough religion to make them miserable. If they had none, they would be able to enjoy the world; but they have too much religion to be able to enjoy the world, and yet not enough to enjoy the world to come. Oh, you poor betweenities — you, who like Mohammed’s coffin, between earth and heaven — you, who are like bats, neither birds nor beasts — you, who are like a flying fish, that tries to live in the air and water too, and finds enemies in both elements — you who are neither this, nor that, nor the other, strangers in God’s country, and yet not able to make yourselves at home with the devil — I pity you. Oh, that I could give you a tug to get you to this side of the border-land! My Master tells me to compel you to come in; but what can I do except repeat the message of the text? “My son, give me your heart.” Do not be shilly-shallying any longer. Let your heart go one way or the other. If the devil is worth loving, give him your heart, and serve him; but if Christ is worth loving, give him your heart, and quit hesitating. Turn over to Jesus once and for all. Oh, may his Spirit turn you, and you shall be turned, and his name shall have the praise!

19. III. And now I close with the third observation. LET US BE WISE ENOUGH AT ONCE TO ATTEND TO THIS ADMONITION OF WISDOM. Let us now give God our heart. “My son, give me your heart.”

20. When? At once. There is no intimation that God would have us wait a little. I wish that those people who only intend to wait a little would set a time when they will stop waiting. They are always going to be right tomorrow. Which day of the month is that? I have searched the calendar, and cannot find it. I have heard that there is such a thing as the fool’s calendar, and that tomorrow is there; but then, you are not fools, and do not keep such a calendar. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow; it is a raven’s croak of an evil omen. Today, today, today, today, today; that is the silver trumpet of salvation, and he who hears it shall live. May God grant that we may not for ever be crying out, “tomorrow,” but at once give our hearts to him!

21. How? If we attend to this precept, we shall notice that it calls upon us to act freely. “My son, give me your heart.” Do not require to have it led in fetters. It might, as I have already said, prevent a thing from being a gift if you too pressingly proved that it was due. It is due, but God puts it, as it were, upon free will for once, and leaves it to free agency. He says, “My son, give me your heart. All that you have from me comes as a gift of free grace; now give me back your heart freely.” Remember, wherever we speak about the power of grace, we do not mean a physical force, but only such force as may be applied to free agents, and to responsible beings. The Lord begs you not to want to be crushed and pounded into repentance, nor whipped and spurred to holy living. But “My son, give me your heart.” I have heard that the richest juice of the grape is what comes with the slightest pressure at the first touch. Oh, to give God our freest love! You know the old proverb that one volunteer is worth two conscripted men. We shall all be conscripted men in a certain sense; but yet it is written, “Your people shall be willing in the day of your power.” May you be willing at once!

22. “My son, give me your heart.” It seems a pity that a man should have to live a long life of sin to learn that sin does not pay. It is a sad case when he comes to God with all his bones broken, and enlists in the divine army after he has spent all his youth in the service of the devil, and has worn himself out. Christ will have him whenever he comes; but how much better it is, while you are still in the days of your youth, to say, “Here, Lord, I give you my heart. Constrained by your sweet love, I yield to you in the dawn of my being!”

23. Now, that is what the text means: give God your heart at once, and do it freely.

24. Do it thoroughly. “My son, give me your heart.” You cannot give Christ a piece of a heart, for a heart that is halved is killed. A heart that has even a little bit taken off is a dead heart. The devil does not mind having half your heart. He is quite satisfied with that, because he is like the woman to whom the child did not belong: he does not mind if the child is cut in half. The true mother of the child said, “Oh, spare the child! Do not divide him”; and so Christ, who is the true Lover of hearts, will not have the heart divided. If it must go one way, and the wrong way, let it go that way: but if it will go the right way, he is ready to accept it, cleanse it, and perfect it, only it must go all together, and not be divided. “Give me your heart.”

25. Did I hear someone say, “I am willing to give God my heart?” Very well, then, let as look at it practically. Where is it now? You cannot give your heart up until you find out where it is. I knew a man who lost his heart. His wife did not have it, and his children did not have it, and he did not seem as if he had it himself. “That is odd,” you say. Well, he used to starve himself. He scarcely had enough to eat. His clothes were threadbare. He starved all who were around him. He did not seem to have a heart. A poor woman owed him a little rent. Out she went into the street. He had no heart. A person had fallen back a little in the payment of money that he had lent him. The debtor’s little children were crying for bread. The man did not care who cried for hunger, or what became of the children. He would have his money. He had lost his heart. I never could figure out where it was until I went to his house one day, and I saw a huge chest. I think they called it an iron safe: it stood behind the door of an inner room; and when he unlocked it with a heavy key, and the bolts were shot, and the inside was opened, there was a musty, fusty thing within it, as dry and dead as the kernel of a walnut seven years old. It was his heart. If you have locked up your heart in an iron safe, get it out. Get it out as quickly as ever you can. It is a horrible thing to pack up a heart in five pound notes, or bury it under heaps of silver and gold. Hearts are never healthy when covered up with hard metal. Your gold and silver are cankered if your heart is bound up with them.

26. I knew a young lady — I think I know several of that kind now — whose heart I could never see. I could not figure out why she was so flighty, giddy, frothy, until I discovered that she had kept her heart in a wardrobe. A poor prison for an immortal soul; is it not? You had better fetch it out, before the moth eats it as wool. When our garments become the idols of our hearts, we are such foolish things that we can hardly be said to have hearts at all. Even such foolish hearts as these, it would be good to get out of the wardrobe, and give to Christ.

27. Where is your heart? I have known some leave it at the public house, and some in places that I shall not mention, lest the cheek of modesty should crimson. But wherever your heart is, it is in the wrong place if it is not with Christ. Go, fetch it, sir. Bring it here, and give it into the hand of him who bought it.

28. But in what state is it? “Indeed, there is the rub.” For, as I told you, that the miser’s heart was musty and fusty, so men’s hearts begin to smell of the places where they keep them. Some women’s hearts are mouldy and ragged through their keeping them in the wardrobe. Some men’s hearts are cankered through keeping them among their gold; and some are rotten, through and through, through keeping them steeped in vice. Where is the drunkard’s heart? In what state must it be? Foul and filthy. Still God says, “Give me your heart.” What! such a thing as that? Yes, did I not tell you that when he asked for your heart it was all for the love of you, and not for what he should get out of you: for of what value is such a heart as yours, my friend, that has been in such a place, and fallen into such a state? Yet, still give it to him, for I will tell you what he will do: he will work wonders for your heart. You have heard of alchemists who took base metal, so they say, and transmuted it into gold: the Lord will do more than this. “Give me your heart.” Poor, filthy, defiled, polluted, depraved heart! — give it to him. It is stony now, corrupted now. He will take it, and in those sacred hands of Christ, that heart shall lie, until, in its place you shall see a heart of flesh, pure, clean, heavenly. “Oh,” you say, “I never could figure out what to do with my hard heart.” Give it to Christ now, and he will change it. Yield it up to the sweet power of his infinite grace, and he will renew a right spirit within you. May God help you to give Jesus your heart, and to do it now!

29. There is going to be a collection for the hospitals. Stop, you collectors, until I have said my last word. What are you going to give? I do not care what you are going to put into the boxes; but I want to pass around an invisible plate for my Lord. I desire to pass it around to all of you; and please will you say to yourself when you drop your money into the box, “I am going to drop my heart into the invisible collection, and give it up to Jesus. It is all that I can do.” Collectors, pass around the boxes, and you, oh Spirit of God, go from man to man, and take possession of all the hearts for Jesus our Lord! Amen.

[Portion Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Pr 8]
{See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Jesus Christ, His Praise — Praise To The Redeemer” 428}
{See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Gospel, Expostulations — Return, Oh Wanderer” 522}
{See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus — ‘Who Loved Me, And Gave Himself For Me’ ” 797}


Jesus Christ, His Praise
428 — Praise To The Redeemer
1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair
      We wretched sinners lay,
   Without one cheerful beam of hope,
      Or spark of glimmering day.
2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Grace
      Beheld our helpless grief;
   He saw, and (oh amazing love!)
      He ran to our relief.
3 Down from the shining seats above
      With joyful haste he fled,
   Enter’d the grave in mortal flesh,
      And dwelt among the dead.
4 He spoil’d the powers of darkness thus,
      And brake our iron chains;
   Jesus hath freed our captive souls
      From everlasting pains.
5 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills
      Their lasting silence break,
   And all harmonious human tongues
      The Saviour’s praises speak.
6 Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord,
      Our souls are all on flame,
   Hosanna round the spacious earth
      To thine adored name.
7 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
      Strike all your harps of gold,
   But when you raise your highest notes,
      His love can ne’er be told.
                              Isaac Watts, 1709.


Gospel, Expostulations
522 — Return, Oh Wanderer
1 Return, oh wanderer, to thy home,
      Thy Father calls for thee;
   No longer now an exile roam
      In guilt and misery;
         Return, return.
2 Return, oh wanderer, to thy home,
      ‘Tis Jesus calls for thee:
   The Spirit and the Bride say, Come;
      Oh now for refuge flee;
         Return, return.
3 Return, oh wanderer, to thy home,
      ‘Tis madness to delay;
   There are no pardons in the tomb,
      And brief is mercy’s day.
         Return, return.
                  Thomas Hastings, 1834.


The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus
797 — “Who Loved Me, And Gave Himself For Me” <8.8.6.>
1 Oh Love divine, how sweet thou art!
   When shall I find my willing heart
      All taken up by thee?
   I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
   The greatness of redeeming love,
      The love of Christ to me!
2 Stronger his love than death or hell;
   Its riches are unsearchable:
      The first-born sons of light
   Desire in vain its depths to see;
   They cannot reach the mystery,
      The length, and breadth, and height.
3 God only knows the love of God:
   Oh that it now were shed abroad
      In this poor stony heart;
   For love I sigh, for love I pine:
   This only portion, Lord, be mine,
      Be mine this better part.
4 Oh that I could for ever sit
   With Mary at the Master’s feet;
      Be this my happy choice:
   My only care, delight, and bliss,
   My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,
      To hear the Bridegroom’s voice.
                        Charles Wesley, 1746.

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