A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, March 13, 1859, By Pastor C. H. Spurgeon, At The Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens.
Therefore to you who believe he is precious. (1Pe 2:7)
1. This test calls to my recollection the opening of my ministry. It is about eight years since as a lad of sixteen, I stood up for the first time in my life to preach the gospel in a cottage to a handful of poor people, who had come together for worship. I felt my own inability to preach, but I ventured to take this text, “Therefore to you who believe he is precious.” I do not think I could have said anything upon any other text, but Christ was precious to my soul and I was in the flush of my youthful love, and I could not be silent when a precious Jesus was the subject. I had barely just escaped from the bondage of Egypt, I had not forgotten the broken fetter; still I remembered those flames which seemed to burn around my path and that devouring gulf which opened its mouth as if ready to devour me. With all these things fresh in my youthful heart, I could speak of his preciousness who had been my Saviour, and had plucked me as a brand from the burning, and set me upon a rock, and put a new song in my mouth, and established my goings. And now, at this time what shall I say? “What has God done?” How has the little one become a thousand, and the small one a great people? And what shall I say concerning this text, but that if the Lord Jesus was precious then, he is as precious now? And if I could declare then, that Jesus was the object of my soul’s desire, that for him I hoped to live, and for him I would be prepared to die, can I not say, God being my witness, that he is more precious to me today than he ever was? In the remembering his unparalleled mercy towards the chief of sinners, I must devote myself to him anew, and surrender my heart to him afresh who is Lord and King.
2. This remark is uttered by way of introduction, it may seem egotistical, but that I cannot help. I must give glory to God in the midst of the great congregation, and pay my vows to the Lord now in the midst of all his saints, in the midst of you, oh Jerusalem.
3. My text states a positive fact, namely, that Christ is precious to believers. This shall be the first part of our sermon; then in the second part we will try to answer the question, Why is Jesus Christ so precious to his believing people? And conclude by declaring the test by which you may test yourselves whether you are believers or not; for if you are believers in Christ, then Christ is precious to you, and if you think little of him, then rest assured you do not have a true and saving faith in him.
4. I. First, this is a positive fact, that TO BELIEVERS JESUS CHRIST IS PRECIOUS. In himself he is of inestimable preciousness, for he is very God of very God. He is moreover, perfect man without sin. The precious gopher wood of his humanity is overlaid with the pure gold of his divinity. He is a mine of jewels, and a mountain of gems. He is altogether lovely, but, alas! this blind world does not see his beauty. The world can only see the painted prostitutions of that witch, Madam Bubble, and all men wander after her. This life, its joy, its lust, its gains, its honours,—these have beauty in the eye of the unregenerate man, but in Christ he sees nothing which he can admire. He hears his name as a common word, and looks upon his cross as a thing in which he has no interest, neglects his gospel, despises his Word, and, perhaps, vents fierce spite upon his people. But it is not so with the believer. The man who has been brought to know that Christ is the only foundation upon which the soul can build its eternal home, he who has been taught that Jesus Christ is the first and the last, the Alpha and the Omega, the author and the finisher of faith, does not think lightly of Christ. He calls him all his salvation and all his desire; the only glorious and lovely one.
5. Now, this is a fact which has been proven in all ages of the world. Look at the beginning of Christ’s appearance upon earth. No, we might go farther back and note how Christ was precious in prospect to those who lived before his incarnation; but, I say, since he has come into the world, what abundant proofs we have that he is precious to his people! There were men found who were not unwilling to part with houses, and lands, and wife, and children, and country, and reputation, and honour, and wealth, no, with life itself, for Christ’s sake. Such was the charm that Christ had for ancient Christians, that if they must renounce their patrimony and their earthly wealth for his sake, they did it cheerfully and without a murmur. No, they could say, that what things were gain they counted only loss for Christ’s sake, and esteemed them only as dross and dung if they could win Christ and be found in him.
6. We speak lightly of these things, but these were very costly sacrifices. For a man to leave the partner of his bosom, to be despised by her who ought to honour him, to be spit upon by his own children, to be driven out by his countrymen, and have his name mentioned as a hissing, and a reproach, and a byword; this is no easy matter to bear; and yet the Christians in the first ages took up this cross, and not only carried it patiently, but carried it joyfully; rejoicing in tribulations, if those tribulations fell upon them for Christ’s sake and the gospel. No, more than this, Satan has been permitted to put forth his hand and touch Christ’s people, not only in their goods and in their families, but in their bone and in their flesh. And note how Christ’s disciples have counted nothing to be a loss, so that they might win Christ. Stretched upon the rack, their strained nerves have only made them sing the louder, as though they were harp strings, only put in tune when they were drawn out to their extreme length. They have been tortured with hot irons and with the pincers; their backs have been ploughed with scourges, but when have you found any of the true followers of Christ flinch in the hour of pain? They have borne all this, and challenged their persecutors to do more, and invent fresh arts and devices, fresh cruelties, and try them. Christ was so precious, that all the pain of the body could not make them deny him, and when at last they have been taken out to a shameful death—let the axe and the block, let the cross of crucifixion, let the spear, let the fire and the stake, let the wild horse and the desert testify that the believer has always been a man, who would suffer all this, and vastly more, but who would never renounce his confidence in Christ. Look at Polycarp before the lions, when he is brought into the midst of the assembly, and it is demanded of him that he will deny his God. Thousands of savage eyes look down upon him, and there he stands, a feeble man, alone in the arena, but he tells them that “he has known his Lord these many years and he never dishonoured him and he will not deny him at the end.” “To the lions!” they cry, “To the lions!” and the lions rush upon him, and he is speedily devoured; but all this he would have borne at the mouths of a thousand lions, if he had a thousand lives, rather than he would have thought anything amiss against the majesty of Jesus of Nazareth. The whole history of the ancient church of Christ, proves that Jesus has been an object of his peoples’ highest veneration; that they set up nothing in rivalry with him, but cheerfully and readily, without a murmur, or a thought, gave up all for Jesus Christ, and rejoiced to do so.
7. And this is just as true today as it was then. If tomorrow the stake could be set in Smithfield, Christian people are prepared to be fuel for the flame. If once more the block was fixed on Tower hill, and the axe was brought forth from its hiding place, the heads of Christ’s people would be cheerfully given, if they might only crown the head of Jesus and vindicate his cause. Those who declare that the ancient valour of the church is departed, do not know what they saying. The professing church may have lost its masculine vigour; the professors of this day may be only effeminate dwarfs, the offspring of glorious fathers, but the true church, the elect out of the professing church, the remnant whom God has chosen, are as much in love with Jesus as his saints of yesterday, and are as ready to suffer and to die. We challenge hell and its incarnate representative, old Rome herself; let her build her dungeons, let her revive her inquisitions, let her once more get power in the state to cut, and mangle, and burn; we are still able to possess our souls in patience. We sometimes feel it would be a good thing if persecuting days should come again, to try the church once more, and drive away her chaff, and make her like a goodly heap of wheat, all pure and clean. The rotten branches of the forest may tremble at the hurricane, for they shall be swept away, but those that have sap within them do not tremble. Our roots are intertwisted with the Rock of Ages, and the sap of Christ flows within us and we are branches of the living vine, and nothing shall sever us from him. We know that no persecution, nor famine, nor nakedness, nor peril, nor sword, shall separate us from the love of Christ for in all these things we shall be as the church has been, more than conquerors through him who loved us.
8. Does anyone think that I exaggerate? Note, then, if what I have said is not true, then Christ has no church at all; for the church that is not prepared to suffer, and bleed and die for Christ, is not Christ’s church. For what does he say? “He who loves father and mother more than me is not worthy of me; and he who does not take his cross, and follows after me, is not worthy of me.” (Mt 10:37,38) Albeit that Christ may not put us fully to the test, yet, if we are true, we must be ready for the ordeal; and if we are sincere, though we may tremble at the thought of it, we shall not tremble in the endurance of it. Many a man who says in his heart, “I do not have a martyr’s faith,” has really that noble virtue; and let him only once be challenged, and the world shall see the grace that has been hidden, rising like a giant from his slumbers. The faith which endures the relaxing of the world’s sunshine, would endure the cutting frost of the world’s persecution. We do not need to fear, if we are true today, we shall be true always.
9. This is not mere fiction, many are the proofs that Christ is still precious. Shall I tell you of the silent sufferers for Christ, who today suffer a martyrdom of which we do not hear, but which is true and real? How many a young girl is there who follows Christ in the midst of an ungodly family; her father upbraids her, laughs at her, makes a scoff of her holiness, and pierces her through the heart with his sarcasm! Her brothers and her sisters call her “Puritan,” “Methodist,” and the like, and she is annoyed day by day with what the apostle calls, “Trial of cruel mockings.” But she bears all this, and though the tear is sometimes forced by it from her eye, yet though she should weep blood she would “resist to blood, striving against sin.” These sufferers are unrecorded, they are not put into a Book of Martyrs. We have no Foxe to write their martyrology, they do not have the flesh contenting knowledge that they shall be publicly honoured; but they suffer alone and unheard of, still praying for those who laugh at them: bowing themselves before God on their knees in agony, not on account of the persecution, but in agony of soul for the persecutors themselves, that they may be saved. How many are there of such young men in workshops, employed in large establishments, who bend their knee at night by the bedside, in a large room where there are many scoffers. Some of us have known this in our youthful days, and have had to endure it; but Christ is precious to the silent sufferings of his people; these unhonoured martyrdoms prove that his church has not ceased to love him, nor to esteem him precious.
10. How many are there, too—how many thousands of unseen and unknown labourers for Christ, whose names cannot be here declared. They toil from morning until night all through the week, and Sunday should be a day of rest to them; but they work more on Sunday than on any other day. They are visiting the beds of the sick; their feet are weary, and nature says rest, but they go into the lowest dens and haunts of the city to speak to the ignorant, and endeavour to spread the name and honour of Jesus where it has not been known. There are many such who are working hard for Christ, though the church scarcely knows about it. And how many, too, are there who prove that they love Christ by the continual generousity of their offerings. Many are the poor people I have discovered, who have denied themselves of this and that, because they wished to serve Christ’s cause. And there are many, too—every now and then we discover them—in the middle ranks of society, who give a hundred times as much to the cause of Christ as many of the rich and wealthy; and if you knew what little trials they endure, to what straits they are driven in order to serve Christ, you would say, “The man who can, proves clearly that Christ is precious to him.” And note this, the reason why the church is not more laborious, not more generous in its gifts to the offerings of the Saviour, is just this, because the church of the day is not the church of Christ in its entirety. There is a church of Christ within it, but the visible church, as it stands before you, is not to be considered the church of Christ; we must pass it through the fire, and bring the third part through the flame; for this is the day when the dross is mingled with gold. How has the much fine gold become dim; how has the glory departed. Zion is under a cloud. But note, though you do not see it, there is a church, a hidden church; an unmoving centre amidst the growing mass of professors, there is a life within this outward fungus of a growing Christianity; there is a life that is within, and to that hidden host, that chosen company, Christ is precious—they are proving it every day by their patient sufferings, by their laborious efforts, by their constant offerings to the church of Christ. “Therefore to you who believe he is precious.”
11. I will tell you one thing that proves—proves beyond all doubt, that Christ is still precious to his people, and it is this:—send one of Christ’s people to hear the most noted preacher of the age, whoever that may be; he preaches a very learned sermon, very fine and magnificent, but there is not a word about Christ in that sermon. Suppose that to be the case, and the Christian man will go out and say, “I did not care a farthing for that man’s discourse.” Why? “Because they have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him. I heard nothing about Christ.” Send that man on the Sunday morning to hear some hedge and ditch preacher, someone who cuts up the king’s English ever so badly, but who preaches Jesus Christ—you will see the tears rolling down that man’s face, and when he comes out he will say, “I do not like that man’s bad grammar; I do not like the many mistakes he has made, but oh! it has done my heart good, for he spoke about Christ.” That, after all, is the main thing for the Christian; he wants to hear about his Lord, and if he hears him magnified he will overlook a hundred faults. In fact, you will find that Christians are all agreed, that the best sermon is the one which is most full of Christ. They never like to hear a sermon unless there is something about Christ in it. A Welsh minister who was preaching last Sunday at the chapel of my dear brother, Jonathan George, was saying, that Christ was the sum and substance of the gospel, and he broke out into this story:—A young man had been preaching in the presence of a venerable divine, and after he was finished he went to the old minister, and said, “What do you think of my sermon?” “A very poor sermon indeed,” he said. “A poor sermon?” said the young man, “it took me a long time to study it.” “Indeed, no doubt about it.” “Why, did you not think my explanation of the text was a very good one?” “Oh yes,” said the old preacher, “very good indeed.” “Well, then, why do you say it is a poor sermon? Did you not think the metaphors were appropriate and the arguments conclusive?” “Yes, they were very good as far as that goes, but still it was a very poor sermon.” “Will you tell me why you think it was a poor sermon?” “Because,” he said, “there was no Christ in it.” “Well,” said the young man, “Christ was not in the text; we are not to be preaching Christ always, we must preach what is in the text.” So the old man said, “Do you not know young man that from every town, and every village, and every little hamlet in England, wherever it may be, there is a road to London?” “Yes,” said the young man. “Ah!” said the old divine, “and so from every text in Scripture, there is a road to the metropolis of the Scriptures, that is Christ. And my dear brother, your business happens to be when you get to a text, to say, ‘Now what is the road to Christ?’ and then preach a sermon, running along the road towards the great metropolis—Christ. And,” he said, “I have never yet found a text that did not have a road to Christ in it, and if I ever do find one that does not have a road to Christ in it, I will make one; I will go over hedge and dale but I wish to get to my Master, for the sermon cannot do any good unless there is a savour of Christ in it.” Now since you say amen to that, and declare that what you want to hear is Jesus Christ, the text is proven—“Therefore to you who believe he is precious.”
12. But if you want to try this again and prove it, go and see some of our sick and dying friends; go and talk to them about the Reform Bill,1 and they will look you in the face and say, “Oh, I am going from this time to eternity; it is a very small matter to me whether the Reform Bill will be passed or not.” You will not find them much interested in that matter. Well, then, sit down and talk to them about the weather, and how the crops are getting on—“Well, it is a good prospect for wheat this year.” They will say, “Ah, my harvest is ripening in glory.” Introduce the most interesting topic you can, and a believer, who is lying on the verge of eternity, will find nothing precious in it; but sit down by the bedside of this man and he may be very nearly gone, almost unconscious, and begin to talk about Jesus—mention that precious soul-reviving, soul-strengthening name Jesus, and you will see his eye glisten, and the blanched cheek will be flushed once more—“Ah,” he will say, “Precious Jesus, that is the name which calms my fears, and bids my sorrows cease.” You will see that you have given the man a strong tonic, and that his whole frame is braced up for the moment. Even when he dies, the thought of Jesus Christ and the prospect of seeing him shall make him living in the midst of death, strong in the midst of weakness, and fearless in the midst of trembling. And this proves, by the experience of God’s people, that with those who believe in him, Christ is and ever must be a precious Christ.
13. II. The second thing is, WHY IS CHRIST PRECIOUS TO THE BELIEVER? I observe—and I shall go over those points very briefly, though they would be worthy of a long, long sermon—Jesus Christ is precious to the believer, because he is intrinsically precious. But here let me take you through an exercise in grammar; here is an adjective, let us go through it. He is precious positively; he is more precious than anything comparatively; he is most precious of all things, and most precious even if all things were rolled into one and put into competition with him; he is thus precious superlatively. Now, there are few things you can thus deal with. You say, a man is a good man, he is good positively, and you say he is a great deal better than many other people; he is good comparatively: but you can never truly say to any man that he is good superlatively, because there he would still be found short of perfection. But Christ is good positively, comparatively, and superlatively.
14. 1. Is he not good positively? Election is a good thing; to be chosen by God, and precious; but we are elect in Christ Jesus. Adoption is a good thing; to be adopted into the family of God is a good thing—ah, but we are adopted in Christ Jesus and made joint-heirs with him. Pardon is a good thing—who will not say so?—indeed, but we are pardoned through the precious blood of Jesus. Justification—is that not a noble thing, to be robed about with a perfect righteousness?—indeed, but we are justified in Jesus. To be preserved—is not that a precious thing?—indeed; but we are preserved in Christ Jesus, and kept by his power even to the end. Perfection—who shall say that this is not precious? Well, but we are perfect in Christ Jesus. Resurrection, is not that glorious? We are risen with him. To ascend up on high, is not that precious? But he has raised us up and made us sit together with him in heavenly places in Jesus Christ—so that Christ must be good positively, for he is all the best things in one. And if all these are good, surely he must be good in whom, and by whom, and to whom, and through whom are all these precious things.
15. But Christ is good comparatively. Bring anything here and compare it with him. One of the brightest jewels we can have is liberty. If I am not free, let me die. Put the halter to my neck but do not put the fetter on my wrist—I must be a free man while I live. Will not the patriot say that he would give his blood to buy liberty, and think it to be a cheap price? Indeed, but put liberty side by side with Christ, and I would wear the fetter for Christ and rejoice in the chain. The apostle Paul himself could say, “I wish that you were altogether like me,”—and he might add, “except for these bonds,” but though he excluded bonds for others, he did not exclude them for himself, for he rejoiced in the chain and counted it a mark of honour. Besides liberty, what a precious thing life is! “Skin for skin, yes, all that a man has, he will give for his life.” But let a Christian—a true Christian, once have the choice between life and Christ,—“No,” he says, “I can die, but I cannot deny; I can burn, but I cannot turn. I confess Christ and perish in the flame; but I cannot deny Christ, even though you exalt me to a throne.” There would be no choice between the two. And then whatever earthly good there may be in comparison with Christ, the believer’s testimony goes to prove that Christ is precious comparatively, for there is nothing that can match him.
16. And then to go higher still—Christ is good superlatively. The superlative of all things is heaven, and if it could be possible to put Christ in competition with heaven, the Christian would not hesitate for a moment in his choice; he would sooner be on earth with Christ than be in heaven without him. No, I do not know whether he would not go almost as far as Rutherford, who said, “Lord, I would sooner be in hell with you than in heaven without you; for if I were in heaven without you it would be a hell to me; and if I were in hell with you it would be a heaven to me.” We may put it so, and every Christian will subscribe to it. Now, come oh messengers of the world and take on your shoulders all its treasures. Caesar, pour out your gold in one glittering pile; Caesar, lay down your honours here in one gaudy heap; here, Tiberius, bring all the joys of Capri’s lust and vice; Solomon, bring here all the treasures of wisdom; Alexander, bring all your triumphs; Napoleon, bring your wide spread empire and your fame, put them all here, all that earth calls good; and now come, you bleeding Lamb of God, you marred and matchless Saviour, come here and tread these beneath your feet, for what are all these compared with you? I pour contempt on them all. Now I am dead to all the world and all the world is dead to me. The whole realm of nature is small in comparison with you, as a drop in the bucket when compared with a boundless ocean. Jesus Christ, then, is precious superlatively.
17. 2. What more can we say? Still to answer this question again: “Why is Christ precious to the believer more than to any other man?” Why it is the believers’ needs that make Christ precious to him. That is one answer. We have been having a small shower of rain lately, and I dare say there are very few of you who felt grateful for it; since it made you a little wet coming here. But suppose that shower of rain could have fallen on the desert of Arabia, what a precious thing it would have been. Yes, every rain drop would have been worth a pearl; and as for the shower, though it had rained gold dust, the rich deposit would not have been comparable to the flood when it descended from on high. But what is the reason that water is so precious there? Simply because it is so rare. Suppose I am in England; there is abundance of water and I cannot sell it; water is so common, and therefore so cheap. But put a man in the desert and let the water skin be dried up, let him come to the well where he expected to find water, and it has failed him; can you not conceive that that small drop of water might be worth a king’s ransom? No, that a man might hoard it up, and conceal it from all his comrades, because his life depended on that small drop of water? The way to prize water is to value it with a tongue like a firebrand, and with a mouth like an oven. Then I can estimate its value when I know how scarce it is. So with Christ. The worldling does not care for Christ, because he has never hungered and thirsted after him; but the Christian is thirsty for Christ; he is in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is, and his heart and his flesh pant after God, yes for the living God; and as the thirsty man dying, cries out water, water, water, so the Christian cries out Christ, Christ, Christ! This is the one thing needful for me, and if I do not have it, this thirst must destroy me.
18. Note too, that the believer may be found in many situations, and you will always find that his needs will endear Christ to him. Here is a man about to be tried for his life. Before he had committed the wrong, he used to say, “Lawyers, attorneys, pleaders, away with them, what is the good of them?” Now that he has been imprisoned, he thinks very differently. He says, “I wish I could get a good special pleader to plead my cause;” and he runs over the list to find the best man to plead for him. At last he says, “Here is a man, if he could plead my cause I might hope to escape, but I have no money with which to engage him;” and he says to his wife—“Wife, we must sell our house;” or, “We must get money somehow, for I am on trial for my life, and I must have an advocate.” And what will a woman not do to get an advocate for her husband? Why, she will pledge the last rag she has to get one. Now, does not the believer feel himself to be in just such a position? He is a poor sinner on trial for his life, and he needs an advocate; and every time he sees Christ pleading his cause before the Father’s throne, he says, “Oh what a precious Christ he is to a poor sin destroyed sinner, for he pleads his cause before the throne.”
19. But imagine another case; that of a man drafted for a soldier. In such times men always looked for substitutes. I remember when the draft was coming for the militia, how every man joined a substitute club in order that if he were drafted he himself might not have to go. Now suppose a man had been drafted, how valuable would a substitute have been—for no man in his senses likes to be food for gunpowder—he would rather a man without brains go and do such work as that, but as for him he estimates himself at too high a price. But suppose he is not only drafted for a soldier, but condemned to die. See that poor wretch coming up the gallows stairs, someone whispers to him, “What would you give for a substitute now? What would you give for someone to come and bear this punishment?” See his eye rolls madness at the thought. “A substitute,” he says, “I could not buy one for the whole world. Who would be a substitute for me, to swing into eternity amidst the yellings of a crowd?” But suppose—and we are only supposing what has actually occurred—suppose this man saw not only the gallows and the drop, but hellfire before him, and it was said to him, “You must burn in that for ever unless you find a substitute,” would that not be a precious one? Now note, that is just our position. The Christian feels that hell is before him, if it were not that he has a glorious substitute. Jesus came forward, and said “I will bear that punishment; pour hell on me, my Father let me drink damnation dry;” and he did it; he endured all those pains, or an equivalent for them; he suffered in the rebel’s place; and now, through him the substitute, we are absolved and free. Oh, must not he be a precious Christ?
20. But think of Christ again, and then think of the believer’s needs. I will try and list a number of them. The believer is a silly sheep. What a precious thing is a shepherd, and how precious are green pastures and still waters. The believer is like a desolate woman. What a precious thing is a husband who shall provide for her, and shall console and cherish her. The believer is a pilgrim, and the hot sun beats on him. What a precious thing is the shadow of a great rock in a weary land. The believer is a bondslave by nature. What a precious thing is the trump of jubilee, and the ransom price that sets him free. The believer, by nature, is a sinking, drowning man. How precious to him is that plank of free grace, the cross of Christ, on which he puts his poor trembling hand and secures glory. But what more shall I say? Time would fail me to tell of all the needs of the believer, and of the all abounding and ever flowing streams of love that flow from Christ, the fountain that fills the believer to the brim. Oh say, you children of God, while you are in these lowlands of want and suffering, is he not inconceivably, unutterably, superlatively precious to you?
21. 3. But once more. Look at the believer not only in his needs, but in his highest earthly state. The believer is a man that was once blind and now sees. And what a precious thing is light to a man that sees. If I, as a believer, have an eye, how much I need the sun to shine. If I have no light my eye becomes a torture, and I might as well have been blind. And when Christ gives sight to the blind he makes his people a seeing people. It is then that they find what a precious thing is the sight, and how pleasant a thing it is for a man to behold the sun. The believer is a man who is quickened. A dead corpse needs no clothing, for it feels no cold. Let a man once be quickened and he finds himself naked, and needs clothing. From the very fact that the Christian is a quickened man, he values the robe of righteousness that is put on him. Christ touches his people’s ears and opens them; but it would be better for man to be deaf than to hear for ever doleful groans and hissings. But such must he have been, always hearing it if it were not for Christ playing sweet music to him every day, and pouring streams of melody into his ears through his promises. Yes, I say, the very newborn powers of the Christian would be very channels for misery if it were not for Christ. Even in his highest estate the Christian must feel that Christ is necessary to him, and then he must conclude that Christ is precious to him.
22. But believer, how precious is Christ to you in the hour of conviction of sin, when he says, “Your sins which are many, are all forgiven you.” How precious to you in the hour of sickness, when he comes to you and says, “I will make all your bed in your sickness.” How precious to you in the day of trial, when he says, “All things work together for your good.” How precious when friends are buried for he says, “I am the resurrection and the life.” How precious in your grey old age, “even in old age I am with you, and to hoary hairs will I carry you.” How precious in the lone chamber of death, for “I will fear no evil, you are with me, your rod and your staff comfort me.” But, last of all, how precious will Christ be when we see him as he is. All we know of Christ here is as nothing compared with what we shall know hereafter. Believer, when you see Christ’s face, now, you only see it through a veil—Christ is so glorious, that like Moses he is compelled to put a veil upon his face, for his poor people while they are here are so feeble that they could not behold him face to face. And if he is lovely here, when he is marred and spit upon, how lovely must he be when he is adored and worshipped. If he is precious on his cross, how much more precious when he sits on his throne. If I can weep before him, and love him, and live for him, when I see him as the despised man of Nazareth; oh, how shall my spirit be knit to him, how shall my heart be absorbed with love to him, when I see his face and behold his crown of glory, when I hear the harpings of the never ceasing harpers who harp his praise. Wait awhile, Christian. If he is precious to the believer now, when faith is turned to sight he will be more precious still. Go out of this hall, and cry, “Oh Lord Jesus, I must love you, I must serve you better, I must live for you; I must be ready to die for you—for
You are precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust.”
23. This brings me to conclude—and here I want your solemn and earnest attention while each one shall answer this question for himself—my hearer is Christ precious to you? My young brother, you of the same age as myself, is Jesus precious to you in your youth? How shall a young man cleanse his way? only by taking heed to Christ’s word, and by walking in his footsteps. You men and women of middle age, is Christ precious to you? Remember that this world is only a dream, and if you have not something more satisfactory than that, you will die disappointed, even though you succeed beyond your highest wishes. And you grey headed men, who are going tottering to your graves, whose life is like a candle snuff, almost expiring, like a lamp whose oil is spent. Is Christ precious to you, you with the bald head, and with the hoary lock, is Jesus precious to your soul? Remember, how you answer this question determines your eternal state. If he is precious to you, you are a believer, but if he is not precious, then you are not believers, and you are condemned already because you do not believe on the Son of God. Now, which is it? Oh, I think some of you feel as if you could spring from your seats, and say, “Yes, he is precious to me, I cannot deny it.” Once there was a good minister who was catechising his class, and he said to the young people, “The question which I am about to ask is such that I want none of you to answer except those who can answer from your heart.” The congregation was gathered together, and he ask this question of them concerning Christ—“Suppose Christ was here, and should say, ‘Do you love me?’ what would be your reply?” He looked around, and glanced upon all the young men and the young women, and said, “Jesus speaks to you the first time, and says, ‘Do you love me?’ He speaks a second time, and he says, ‘Do you love me?’” There was a solemn pause and no one answered; and the congregation looked at the class, and at last the minister said once more, “Jesus speaks by me a third time, and says, ‘Do you love me?’” Up rose a young woman, who could not keep her seat any longer, and, bursting into tears, said, “Yes, Lord, you know all things, you know that I love you.” Now, how many are there here who could say that? Could not you now, if this were the time—although you might be bashful in the midst of so many—could you not, if Christ asked you the question, boldly say, though in the midst of enemies—“Yes, Lord, you know all things, you know that I love you.” Well, if you can give such an answer as that, go home and pray that others may be brought to love him, for you yourselves are saved; but if you are compelled to be silent to such a question as that, oh may God lead you to seek Christ, may you too be driven to the cross, may you there see his dear bleeding wounds, may you behold his open side, and falling at his feet, may you say, “I trust you, I rely upon you, I depend upon you,” and he will say, “I have saved you;” and then you will spring to your feet, and say, “Lord I love you, because you have first loved me.” May such be the end of this sermon, and to God be all the glory.