2538. An Epistle Illustrated By A Psalm

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No. 2538-43:481. A Sermon Delivered in June 1884, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

A Sermon Intended For Reading On Lord’s Day, October 10, 1897.

In connection with the dedication of the Jubilee House, which commemorated the completion of the beloved Pastor’s fiftieth year, June 19, 1884. {a}

You have thrust violently at me so that I might fall: but the LORD helped me. The LORD is my strength and song, and is become my salvation. {Ps 118:13,14}

1. In memory of my fiftieth birthday, our friends have built a house at the back of the Tabernacle, to be used for the purposes of the church, and to be called JUBILEE HOUSE. It will be a lasting Ebenezer bearing this witness, “So far the Lord has helped us.” I was asked to select a text of Scripture to put on a stone which all could read, and by it be made to understand the meaning of the house and its name. The chosen text of Scripture {Ps 118:13-18} was cut into a stone after a fashion, but the words were not written out in full; the mason thought it sufficient to inscribe the chapter and the verses. Now, since people do not generally carry their Bibles with them to refer to, this appeared to me to be a failure. I like a matter made boldly clear, so that he who reads it may run. Therefore, I have had the words themselves engraved on a large slab of marble, to be read by all of our day, and by coming generations also. I believe that such memorials silently work for lasting good, and the more of them the better. In this case, at least, if there are not “sermons in stones,” there will be texts of sermons, which is even better.

2. The passage which is made so conspicuous is a truthful summary of my personal experience in reference to the faithfulness of God. It may seem to be a long inscription, but I could not afford to give up a line of it. David wrote of himself, and I can appropriate every word as descriptive of God’s dealings with me. Let me read all of it in your hearing: — “YOU HAVE THRUST VIOLENTLY AT ME SO THAT I MIGHT FALL: BUT THE LORD HELPED ME. THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH AND SONG, AND IS BECOME MY SALVATION. THE VOICE OF REJOICING AND SALVATION IS IN THE TABERNACLES OF THE RIGHTEOUS: THE RIGHT HAND OF THE LORD DOES VALIANTLY. THE RIGHT HAND OF THE LORD IS EXALTED: THE RIGHT HAND OF THE LORD DOES VALIANTLY. I SHALL NOT DIE, BUT LIVE, AND DECLARE THE WORKS OF THE LORD. THE LORD HAS CHASTENED ME SEVERELY: BUT HE HAS NOT GIVEN ME OVER TO DEATH.”

3. You may not see why this Scripture is strikingly suitable for the occasion, but I see it most clearly, and, since it is my own testimony, I will endeavour to make you sympathize with me in it by explaining it. I would say to you, “Oh magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt his name together.” A life so full of the lovingkindness of the Lord should yield more praise to God than any one tongue can possibly utter. “The Lord has done great things for us, of which we are glad”; let us therefore praise him with all our hearts.

4. Christian experience is the richest product of grace, and it ought to be laid at the feet of the Well-Beloved from whom it comes, and to whom it belongs. What God has done for one of his people is an indication of what he will do for others of his chosen. The Lord’s providences are promises, and his benedictions are predictions. To be silent concerning the lovingkindness of the Lord, is a robbery of the worst kind; it is taking from our God the glory due to his holy name.

5. Some are afraid to tell what the Lord has done for them, lest men should consider them boastful and proud; but this is usually quite a baseless fear. A sense of the goodness of God tends to humble a man, and to make him lie low at the feet of his Saviour. The more conscious he is of the grace that has been so richly bestowed on him, the more he will realize his own unworthiness of such abounding mercy. The best of men continually have to endure severe heart-troubles, and to mourn over inward failures; so that, when they tell how the Lord has delivered them with his right hand and his holy arm, there is little in that confession to minister to self-conceit. The wine that is pressed from the grapes of Christian gratitude will never cause anyone to be intoxicated with pride.

6. It may also be remarked that many of those who never bear witness to the goodness of the Lord are quite as proud as they could very well become, and therefore the evil of self-exaltation would seem to be a natural weed which grows in any soil. Our business is to pull up the weed, and not to lay the blame of its existence on what is a harmless and even a beneficial thing. If a dim eye is apt to be dazzled with light, that is no reason why every man should put his candle under a bushel. To kill one evil by encouraging another, is a doubtful gain and a certain loss. Dear brother, if the Lord has dealt well with you, proclaim it to the honour of his name, and to the strengthening of your brethren. God has not blessed you for yourself, or given you food so that you may eat your morsel alone; but he intends that everything he entrusts to you should be employed for the good of all your brethren. It would be a pity that a householder should be too modest to feed his family, or a Christian so much afraid of egotism as to refuse to cheer his fellow travellers.

7. I would stir up all experienced believers to speak well of the name of the Lord. Do not conceal the lovingkindness of the Lord. It is too much our custom to relate our sorrows; let us not be silent concerning our joys. If we fall into a little trouble, we run from one to another, and repeat it until it eats into our souls like a burning acid. We do not let the funeral bells be still, but the marriage peals lie quiet year after year. Let us be eloquent about our mercies, and silent about our miseries. Why should we have a shout for our complainings, and scarcely a whisper for our thanksgivings? Shall we leave behind us no memorials but grave-stones? Generations gone before us have cheered us into confidence by the records which they have left behind of the Lord’s great goodness; shall we not also bequeath a testimony to our descendants? Do we intend to pass on to them a flying scroll {Zec 5:1} written within and without with lamentations? Shall they inherit a dreary desert of unbelief? Far from it; we will write them songs of praises, to be sung on their stringed instruments from century to century. We will inscribe on eternal bronze the inscription, “The Lord is good, and his mercy endures for ever, and his truth throughout all generations.”

8. We now come to the first verses of our chosen inscription: “You have thrust violently at me so that I might fall: but the Lord helped me. The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.” David remembered his past conflicts; the scars were in his flesh. I will handle the text in the way which the apostle points out to me in the Epistle to the Romans: — “Tribulation works patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope: and hope does not make ashamed.” {Ro 5:3,4} First, in my text, I see tribulation and patience: “You have thrust violently at me so that I might fall.” In the second place, I see patience and experience: “But the Lord helped me”; and in the third place, I see experience and hope that does not make ashamed: “The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.”

9. I. First, then, in the text I see TRIBULATION AND PATIENCE: “You have thrust violently at me so that I might fall.”

10. Perhaps, in that word “you, ” David points to all his enemies as if they had been so united in their hate, and so undivided in their attacks, that he looked at them as one single person. If they did not have one neck, they were guided by one head, and aroused by one heart. Yet David had many enemies, so many that in another place he compares them to bees swarming around him. It may be for the information of some who have recently become Christians, if I tell them that, as surely as they ever are the followers of Jesus, they will find themselves the object of enmity. That same Master, who has come to make men peaceable, also says in another sense, “Do not think I am come to send peace on the earth: I did not come to send peace, but a sword.” In bringing in peace, we necessarily contend with the contentious; in establishing righteousness, we inevitably wage war against injustice and oppression. Truth must always strive against error, and holiness must battle against sin. Do not expect to be wafted to heaven on the wings of fame; you may have to force your way there in the teeth of slander. Our pilgrimage may cause us blistered feet, for it is no holiday trip, but a stern march. It is an uphill journey to glory, and that man needs to be a hardy mountaineer who resolves to ascend into the hill of the Lord, and to dwell in his holy place. You will be attacked on all sides — indeed, even from within. Your own household may furnish you the most desperate of your foes; yes, your own bed may supply the most cruel adversary. From every corner an arrow may be aimed at you; in work and rest, in the world and in the church, you may be called on to draw your sword. It is strange that we may do the maddest actions, and stir up no opposition; but the moment we become truly wise, all men are up in arms against us. Is there nothing to ridicule in all the world except the fear of God? Many of God’s people, both in private life and in public positions, find that their piety acts on the ungodly like a red flag on a bull; they close their eyes, and rush fiercely to the attack. The ribald throng no sooner catch sight of a Christian than they cry, “Here is a target for our witticisms. Let us be sarcastic with him.”

11. If you do not encounter that kind of persecution, yet you will have to endure affliction and temptation in the world. He who is born for the crown is bound for the cross. A thousand snares are laid in your path; and only he who made you a Christian can cover your head, and carry you safely through the bombardment which awaits you. “They surrounded me like bees,” says David; that is to say, they were very many, and very furious. When bees are stirred up, they are among the most terrible of assailants; their stings are sharp, and they inject a venom which sets the blood on fire. I read, the other day, about a traveller in Africa, who learned this by experience. Negroes were pulling his boat up the river, and as the rope trailed along it disturbed a bee’s nest, and in a moment the bees were on him in his cabin. He said that he was stung in the face, the hands, and the eyes. He was all over a mass of fire, and to escape from his assailants he plunged into the river, but they still persecuted him, attacking his head whenever it emerged from the water. After what he suffered from them, he said he would sooner meet two lions at once, or a whole herd of buffaloes, than ever be attacked by bees again; so that the simile which David gives is a very striking one. A company of mean-spirited, wicked men, who are no bigger than bees, mentally or spiritually, can get together, and sting a good man in a thousand places, until he is almost maddened by their scorn, their ridicule, their slander, and their misrepresentation. Their very littleness gives them the power to wound with impunity. Such has been the experience of some of us, especially in days now happily past. For one, I can say, I grew accustomed to falsehood and spite. The stings at last caused me no more pain than if I had been made of iron; but at first they were galling enough. Do not be surprised, dear friends, if you have the same experience. Look for it, and when it comes, consider it no strange thing, for in this way the saints of God have been treated in all time. Thank God, the wounds are not fatal, nor of long continuance! Time brings ease, and use creates hardihood. No real harm has come to any of us who have run the gauntlet of abuse; not even a bruise remains.

12. But I do not think that this is quite all that the psalmist meant. He intended to point out some grand adversary who had led the attack: “You have thrust violently at me.” Perhaps it was Saul; perhaps Ahithophel; perhaps his own son Absalom. In our case, we remember no adversary but Satan: “you.” I think I see him now before me, — that dread fallen spirit, the arch-enemy of our souls. “Oh Satan, you have thrust violently at me!” Many a child of God must utter this exclamation. It is no fault of Satan’s if we are not quite destroyed. It is not for lack of malice, or subtlety, or fury, or perseverance on the devil’s part, if we still hold the field. He has met us many times, using all kinds of weapons, shooting from the right hand and from the left. He has tempted us to pride and despair, to care and to carelessness, to presumption and to idleness, to self-confidence and to doubt of God. We are not ignorant of his devices, nor inexperienced in his cruelties. He has fixed himself in our memory so that we recognise him, and cry, “You have thrust violently at me.”

13. I know that I am addressing many saints of God who can use David’s language with emphasis: “You have thrust violently at me so that I might fall,” for I dwell among a tried and tempted people. The battle between the soul of the believer and the devil is a stern one. No doubt there are multitudes of inferior spirits who tempt men, and tempt them successfully, too; but they are much more easily thwarted by godly men than their great leader can be. Apollyon is master of legions, and possesses the highest degree of power and craftiness. He who has once stood foot to foot with him will know that Christian was indeed hard pressed in the Valley of Humiliation, when the dragon stopped the pilgrim’s way, and made him fight for his life. Bunyan says: — “In this combat no man can imagine, unless he has seen and heard as I did, what yelling and hideous roaring Apollyon made all the time of the fight, — he spoke like a dragon; and, on the other side, what sighs and groans burst from Christian’s heart. I never saw him all the while give so much as one pleasant look, until he perceived he had wounded Apollyon with his two-edged sword; then, indeed, he did smile, and looked upward; but it was the most dreadful sight I ever saw.”

14. No Christian will find much to smile about while he is contending for his faith, his hope, and his life, with this most cruel of foes. Messengers of Satan buffet us terribly, but Satan himself wounds desperately; therefore we are wisely taught to pray, “Deliver us from the evil one.” Single combat with the arch-enemy will strain every muscle of the soul, and pain every nerve of the spirit; it will force the cold sweat from the brow, and make the heart leap with palpitations of fear, and so in some degree bring us to our Gethsemane, and make us feel that the pains of hell have gotten hold of us. This prince of darkness has a sharp sword, great cunning in fencing, tremendous power of aim, and boundless malice of heart, and so he is no lowly adversary, but one whom it is a terrible trial to meet. In his dread personality is contained a mass of danger for us poor mortals; and as we think of our experience of him in the past, we cry with emphasis, “You have thrust violently at me.”

15. Carefully notice that, while David speaks of one enemy, he indicates the subtlety of his attack by the language which he uses: “You have thrust violently at me.” That is not a cutting with the edge of the sword, but a piercing with the rapier, a stabbing with a dagger. A practised soldier may guard himself against the full swing of the sword, but the rapier leaps in suddenly, and reaches the heart. Armour protected the ancient warrior from the sword-cut, but the thrust found the joint of the harness, and penetrated the body. So Satan deals with us. We stand on our guard against him, and we imagine we have shielded ourselves at all points from head to foot; and we watch him, for we are not ignorant of his devices, and when he strikes, we turn his blow aside. Again his stroke falls and we ward it off; but just when we half think that we may rest for a minute, the rapier is thrust in, and the blood flows. Ah, me! I have heard of a ruler who, in olden times, wore armour all day and all night long for a full year, for he was aware that an assassin dogged his footsteps; but it grew burdensome to wear this heavy suit continually, so he took it off, and within five minutes he was stabbed and dead. Take care that you never remove your armour, for the foe who seeks your destruction watches you so carefully that he will perceive your momentary carelessness. Even with your armour on, you may not be secure, for he knows where the joints are, where one piece of the harness fits into another, and how to give his thrust where it will tell. Oh God, if your servants are kept throughout life secure from such a foe as this, how they will glorify your blessed name! In each case where “that evil one does not touch him,” the Lord will have a grateful minstrel to sound out his praise eternally, even as I do today.

16. Remember, also, dear friends, that the intent of these assaults is most malicious. The object of the enemy is to make us sin: “You have thrust violently at me so that I might fall”; that is, either that I might fall from my upright walk in true doctrine, or that I might decline from my first love, or, worst of all, that I might stumble into open sin, and dishonour my profession. Satan would not be content for us to stagger, he desires that we may fall. He has fallen, and he would hurl us down if he could. He especially desires this for those who take the lead in the Church of God. If they were seen to fall, the devil would proclaim the wretched news through all the streets of hell. The triumphant shout, “A champion of God has fallen,” would be heard both on earth and in hell, and it would cause great rejoicing. If, in this warfare, “The standard-bearer falls, as fall very well he may,” for I never heard yet of a fray more deadly, then the wish of Apollyon will be gratified, and his wretched soul will feel as much satisfaction as its misery can know. Oh, what a mercy to be kept standing where the ground is so slippery, where so many have fallen, where we ourselves are so apt to slide, and where such cunning foes are ready to push us down! What gratitude we owe to him who has given his angels charge concerning us, to keep us in all our ways! How earnestly should we adore him who has kept us from falling, and who will still do so until he presents us faultless before his Father’s face! In the course of fifty years, many have been the times when my feet had almost gone; and I cannot forget them. I remember travelling in the Alps over a road that they called Hell-Place, because the rocks were so extremely smooth that neither men nor mules could get a sure foothold. I was glad when that bit of the road was passed, even as I am happy today to have come so far on my journey. “When I said, ‘My foot slips’; your mercy, oh Lord, held me up.” I would at this moment bless the Lord, who keeps the feet of his saints.

17. II. I turn from the first to the second point, so that I may speak of PATIENCE AND EXPERIENCE: “You have thrust violently at me so that I might fall, but the Lord helped me.”

18. It would be good to set those words to music, and let the whole congregation of the faithful sing aloud with glad hearts, “But the Lord helped me.” The bass would sound well from a venerable brother, who would roll it out ponderously, “The Lord helped me”; and many an aged sister would take another part, and sing, in a higher key, “The Lord helped me.” Fathers and mothers, who have had a large family of children around them, and by a hard struggle have brought them up, each one will sing, “So far the Lord has helped me”; while the lone sufferer will sing, “I was brought low, and he helped me.” The younger believers, though they have not gone so far on the journey, have nevertheless had their share of trial and of grace; each one of them can also say, “The Lord helped me.” Let it go around the assembly, until every child of God has added his note, and the enemy in his deep abodes can hear us shout exultingly, “You have thrust violently at me so that I might fall: but Jehovah helped me.”

19. Helped me to what? Well, helped me, first, to believe, for David evidently had trusted in the Lord, and found it better than trusting in man. Satan makes a special attack on our faith; if he could destroy it, he would have captured the citadel of our spiritual life; but he cannot do this. Faith is a dear child of the Holy Spirit, and he who creates faith will not desert it, but keep it as the apple of his eye. He gives more grace, and increases our faith. He enables us to trust our God, and to hold firmly to his way. It is he who has helped our faith to “laugh at impossibilities, and say, ‘It shall be done.’ ” In the dark hour, the Lord has given us to see by faith, and in the storm he has made us to ride the billows by faith. That is the great matter, for as long as faith survives, hope does not die. I do not doubt that some of you wonder tonight that your faith has survived the putrid scepticism of the age, the stagnant atmosphere of indifference, the malarious air of heresy which surrounds all things. If it were possible, the enemies of Christ would deceive the very elect, but the godly live by faith.

20. Next, the Lord has not only helped us to believe, but he has helped us to pray. When David was brought low, then he prayed; and from this holy practice we have never desisted, though tempted many a time to do so. Long waiting for an answer has been an inducement to many of you to cease from pleading; but, like the poor persistent widow, you have pressed your suit, and now you are able to bear witness that it is no vain thing to wait on the Lord. Who was it that kept you pleading? Was it not the Lord who helped you to continue instant in prayer? You would soon have heard the devil say, “Behold, he has ceased to pray,” if the Lord had not daily led you to the mercy seat, and enabled you there to plead the sprinkled blood. The fire of devotion would have been quenched by the black fiend who threw water on it, if it had not been secretly kept alive by One who was hidden behind the wall, and secretly poured oil on the flame. Men do not cry to their Heavenly Father, in their prayer closets, unless the Divine Spirit draws them into this hallowed communion. Jacob wrestled with the angel because the angel wrestled with him. When the Holy Spirit creates in us the inwrought prayer, it is sure to be an earnest prayer; but the weak prayers of our own unaided spirit are such failures that we are soon induced to give them up. Help in prayer is the best of help. God never fails that man in public whom he has strengthened in private. As long as our infirmities are helped by the Spirit in prayer, we may rest assured that they will also be helped in all other respects. When blind Samson began to pray for strength, it was a sign that, notwithstanding all that the enemy had done against him, he was still to win a great victory, and declare again that the Lord had helped him.

21. Surely, this text also means that, just as the enemy tries to make us fall, so God has helped us to stand. Oh child of God, if you have maintained your integrity, if with all your losses you have never been unrighteous, but have been honest before God; if, under slander, you have not lost your temper, nor rendered railing for railing; if, when much tempted by the devil, you have still said, “Get behind me, Satan,” and have striven against him, then you are ready with all your heart to bless the Lord who has helped you. The way of the upright is beset with snares, and he who has run in it for many years without stumbling, is indeed favoured by the Lord. When I think of some professors of my acquaintance, who have grievously defiled their garments, I hope that they will be saved, but I know that it must be “so as by fire.” This reflection makes me pray God that others of us, and especially that I myself, may be graciously preserved, so that we do not transgress. How can we stand, so feeble, so encompassed with infirmity, and tempted in so many points, unless our God shall help us? So far he has helped us, and therefore we look forward to the future with a joyful confidence.

    He who hath led will lead
       All through the wilderness;
    He who hath fed will feed;
       He who hath blessed will bless.
    He who hath heard thy cry,
       Will never close his ear;
    He who hath marked thy faintest sigh,
       Will not forget thy tear.
    He loveth always, faileth never;
       We rest on him, today, for ever!

22. Besides that, God has helped us to fight. “You have thrust violently at me,” says David, “But the Lord helped me.” Helped him to do what? Why, to thrust back again quite as severely against his spiritual foes! He says of the bees, in the verse to which we have referred, “In the name of the Lord I will destroy them.” Some of us can thank God that we have kept our fighting arm in trim until this very day. A bow of steel is broken by our arms even now. We have not changed our testimony for Christ, nor cast away our confidence, which has a great reward. We have been severely taxed by the Rationalists of the age; but still we have held up the gospel, and nothing but the gospel, and still we cry, “God forbid that I should glory except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified to me, and I to the world.” Dear brethren, take care that when the battle rages, you do not stand altogether on the defensive. Carry the war into the enemy’s country. Let us not only hold our own, but seek to win souls for Christ. Let us put Satan on the defensive; it is much better for us to attack him than to be attacked by him. Let us give him reasons to look after his own domains, that he may not have so much force to spare for his onslaughts on us. When poor Christian was down under Apollyon’s foot, his life was nearly crushed out of him; but he saw that, as God would have it, the sword which had fallen out of his hand was just within his reach, so he stretched out his hand, and grasped that “sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God,” and with it he gave his adversary such a terrible stab that he spread his dragon-wings, and flew away. Oh, to give the fiend such a stab as that! Let us proclaim the promises; let us proclaim the gospel; let us proclaim the free grace of God everywhere; and in this way we shall turn the battle to the gate, and cause those who pursued us to be themselves pursued. Hallelujah for the cross of Christ! We bear it forward into the ranks of the foe, confident of victory. Our courage does not fail, neither does our hope wane; the Lord who has helped us is the God of victories; “the Lord of hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge.”

23. III. I will conclude this meditation with the third point, which is, EXPERIENCE, AND A HOPE THAT DOES NOT MAKE ASHAMED.

24. What does the voice of experience say? “The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.” When you are at home, I wish you would read the song of Moses, which the children of Israel sang at the Red Sea, and you will find that these words are borrowed from that grand old song. One of our proverbs says, “Old songs and old wine are the best.” Certainly they lose nothing by keeping; and we may truly say of this blessed verse that it is all the sweeter because there is a ring of Miriam’s tambourines about it, and we hear the sound of dancing feet as we read the words. Do you not hear the glorious shout, “Sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously. The Lord is my strength and my song, and is become my salvation?” Come then, brethren, let us sing this song on our stringed instruments all the days of our lives.

25. First, our God has become our strength. We are weak enough, but what a power is his! He is our strength to suffer, giving us patience; our strength to work, working in us, with us, by us; our strength to fight, for it is he who equips us for the battle. The Lord is our strength; what an unfailing fount of force! Did you say, just now, “I will speak no more in the name of the Lord?” Did you complain of being dull and weak? Have you forgotten where your strength lies? Did you allude to your own native strength? Indeed, that is utter weakness. Complain about it as much as you please; for in you there is neither power nor wisdom. But would it not be wise to remember that your real strength is the Lord? “The Lord is my strength.” In such a case, weakness is lost; and I can say, with Paul, “when I am weak, then I am strong.”

26. Did I hear you say, my dear sister, that you would have to give up that Bible class because you do not feel equal to it? What do you mean by being equal to it? Why, that you do not seem to have the personal strength! That is no news; it is good that you remember it, and are emptied of your former self-reliance. Still, believe that in you there is no spiritual power, and turn at once to the strong for strength. When a man is called to any holy work, the sooner he is persuaded that he is not equal to it by himself, the better; but, at the same time, it will be good for him to receive that further persuasion: “The Lord is my strength.” If the Holy Spirit takes possession of a man, or a woman, what can they not say? What can they not do? The Lord can take up the poorest worm among us, and make him to thresh the mountains until they become like chaff. Let us, therefore, sing this charming sonnet with all our hearts, “The Lord is my strength.” I will rely in no degree on oratorical power, or human learning, or natural gifts, or acquired aptitude, or on anything that I have, but I will rest only in the Lord. Brother, when God is your strength, you are clothed with omnipotence. Go to your work, whatever it may be, and believe in the Lord for your ability to perform it. A negro used to explain what practical faith meant in this manner: — “Why, massa, if de Lord say, ‘Sambo, jump tro’ that wall, all Sambo got to do is to jump; it is God’s part to get him tro’ the wall.” Just so. He who gives the command will justify it by enabling us to obey it if we give our whole hearts to the doing of it. If God tells you do what is quite beyond your strength, it is yours to proceed in the way of obedience, and God will enable you to accomplish his bidding. He never did send his soldiers to warfare at their own expense, and he never will. He will find for his armies rations, and weapons, and ammunition; be sure of that. He does not reap where he has not sown, nor gather where he has not scattered. He is the Lord all-sufficient when we are most insufficient. With him for our strength, we cannot faint, or fail; but, on the contrary, we shall renew our force, and rise continually to something higher and better than before.

27. Notice the next word, our God has also become our song: “The Lord is my strength and song.” I find that the commentators refer this to the time after the battle, so that it may mean, “The Lord is my strength while I am waging the war, and my song when I have won the victory.” This is an excellent sense, but another seems to me more clearly in the words, “The Lord is my strength and song”; both are in the present, we sing while we fight. When Cromwell’s men marched to battle, singing a grand old Psalm with one accord, the battle was half won before they struck a blow. Their hearts were fortified and their arms were strengthened by their song. Do you desire a far nobler example? Your great Lord and mine, when he went to his last tremendous conflict, where the powers of darkness marshalled all their strength against him, and he strove until he sweat as it were great drops of blood, — how did he go? Here is the answer, “After supper, they sang a hymn.” After they had sung a hymn, they went out into the Mount of Olives, that is, to Gethsemane; he went to his agony singing. That brave heart was about to be deserted by his friends, and even forsaken by his God; but into that deadly contest, in which he must be cast into the disgrace and dishonour of scourging and shameful spitting, even to that, our Champion went with a song on his lips, because the Lord was his song. So, my friends, while we are working, let us sing. You will do your work much better if your hands keep time to a cheery strain. While we are fighting let us sing, and plant our blows while we chant our hallelujahs.

    Ever this our war-cry,
       Victory, victory!

28. Let us claim the victory, anticipate it, and shout it, while we are still contending. On our beds let us sing God’s high praises, and magnify him in the midst of the fires. Set your whole lives to music. Make your entire career a psalm. Do not let your life be a dirge, as it is with some who, from morning until night, are mournfully wailing Misereres . Let us not moan out, to the tune “Job,” —

    Lord, what a wretched land is this,
       That yields us no supply!

But let us lift up our voices to some such jubilant hymn as this, —

    The men of grace have found
       Glory begun below;
    Celestial fruits on earthly ground
       From faith and hope may grow.
    Then let our songs abound,
       And every tear be dry:
    We’re marching through Emmanuel’s ground
       To fairer worlds on high.

29. But what shall we sing about? Well, “The Lord is my song.” Sing about the Father and his eternal love, how he chose his people, and made them his own even before the earth was. Sing about the Son of God, whose delights were with the sons of men before he came here to dwell. Tell how he took on our flesh to take away our guilt. Tell how he died, and rose again, and led captives captive, and ascended up on high. Tell how he will surely come again to be King of kings, and Lord of lords, when the earth shall ring with welcome hosannas at his glorious appearing. Make that your song, but do not forget to sing the Holy Spirit’s love. Magnify the Holy Spirit, the Illuminator, Comforter, Guide, abiding Advocate, and Paraclete. You will never need to cease from this song, for “this God is our God for ever and ever. He will be our Guide even to death.” Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit! Whenever I grow very dull through pain, or heavy through lack of sleep, I say to myself, “I will write down what I owe to God of praise, which I cannot just now pay to him, so that I may do so when I get a little better”; and then my conscience chides me, saying, “Praise him now! Bless God for aching bones! Bless God for a weary head! Bless God for troubles and trials; for he who can praise the Lord like this is singing a better and more acceptable song than youth, and health, and happiness can present.” A seraph never praised God with an aching head; cherubs never blessed the Lord on a sick-bed; so you will excel even the angels if you magnify the Lord in sickness. Why should you not, since you also can say, “The Lord is my strength and song?”

30. The close of the text says, “and is become my salvation.” Brothers and sisters, after all our experience, we know that there is salvation in no one but the Lord. If we do not have any experience, because we only began to believe in Jesus Christ five minutes ago; yet we know that he has become our salvation. The moment we trust the Saviour, we are saved. But I want you to consider this little sentence, and so to believe it intelligently. What do I mean when I say that you are saved? If you believe in Jesus, you are saved from the guilt of sin. Yes, bless God for pardon; but do you not know that you are also saved from the power of sin? The dominion of sin is over. It lives like a snake with its head broken; it wriggles and writhes, but its head is crushed. The power of sin in every believer is overcome; there is no sin from which we cannot escape. There is no evil habit that we cannot break if we are really saved. The Lord has become our salvation from all sin.

31. “Alas!” one cries, “I have to endure very fierce temptation.” Temptation in itself cannot harm you if you do not yield to it; and you need not, for the Lord has become your salvation. Temptation is “the time of Jacob’s trouble; but he shall be saved out of it.” “Oh, but I am so poor, and I am so sick, and I am so tried in a thousand ways!” Never mind, you are saved from all the evil which is in these trials. Affliction cannot harm you; nothing of that kind can do you any injury, for the Lord has become your salvation. “Oh, but think of the dark, black night which may come over us in the future!” Never fear; he who has become your salvation will be your light. You are as safe in the dark as in the light, if the Lord has become your Helper. “But I have to die.” Bless God for that! It would not be worth while living if we could not die. It is the very joy of this earthly life to think that it will come to an end. What would a sailor say who was on a voyage that would never bring him to a port? What would a traveller say if he was toiling along a road which would never bring him home? Blessed be God, we shall come to the pearly gates eventually! Let us not be alarmed about that, for the Lord has become our salvation. We are saved from death; we cannot really die. We shall fall asleep, to wake up in the likeness of our Lord. Blessed sleep! Who does not long for it? “He is become my salvation,” not for a time, but for ever, my sure salvation, my eternal salvation. Therefore, take courage, and let us go forward in our walk and warfare, for this is our note of victory, as it was the hymn of Moses and the children of Israel at the Red Sea, “The Lord is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation; he is my God, and I will prepare him a habitation; my father’s God, and I will exalt him.” Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Amen.

{a} Many worshippers at the Metropolitan Tabernacle and readers of the printed Sermons will remember that, in the year 1884, Mr. Spurgeon delivered a short series of discourses on the passage of Scripture inscribed on the Jubilee House at the back of the Tabernacle. The second last sermon that he ever received for the press was the third in the series, — No. 2237, “Gratitude for Deliverance from the Grave.” In the regular course of publication of the 1884 discourses, we have now come to the other three preached on this portion of Psalm 118. The present one was entirely revised by the beloved Pastor, and the other two, which will follow in due course, were to a considerable extent prepared by him for publication, but they have never before been printed. When completed, they will form a choice memorial of a notable period in Mr. Spurgeon’s wonderful life.

 Sermons in this series:
    See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2538, “An Epistle Illustrated by a Psalm.” 2539
    See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2539, “The Joy Of Holy Households.” 2540
    See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2237, “Gratitude For Deliverance From The Grave.” 2238
    See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2540, “Declaring The Works Of The Lord” 2541

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