A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Evening, February 24, 1861, By Pastor C. H. Spurgeon, At New Park Street, Southwark.
Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is as strong as death; jealousy is as cruel as the grave: its coals are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it. (So 8:6,7)
1. This is the prayer of one who has the present enjoyment of fellowship with Christ, but being apprehensive lest this communion should be interrupted, she avails herself of the opportunity now afforded her to plead for something which shall be as the abiding token of a covenant between her and her Beloved, when his visible presence shall be withdrawn. You will notice that this is not the cry of a soul that is longing for fellowship, for that cry is—“Tell me oh you whom my soul loves, where you feed?” It is not even the cry of the soul that has some fellowship and needs more, for then it would say, “Oh that you were as my brother!” Nor is it the cry of a soul that has had fellowship but has lost it for that is, “Did you see him, whom my soul loves?” And she goes “around the streets and in the broad ways” saying, “I will seek him.” But this is the prayer of the spouse when she has been coming up from the wilderness, leaning upon his bosom. The thought strikes her, that he who has sustained her is about to go from her, to depart and leave her for a time, because it is expedient and more useful for her, and she prays that since he is no more on the earth, but has entered into the ivory palaces where her God dwells, that he would be pleased to make a covenant with her never to forget her, and that he would give her some sign and mark by which she might be well assured that she is very near to his heart, and still written upon his arm. I take it to be the prayer of the Church at the present day, now that Christ is before the Father’s throne; the Bridegroom is not with us; he has left us, he has gone to prepare a place for us, and he is coming again. We are longing for his coming; we are saying in the language of the last verse of this song of songs, “Make haste, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of spices.” Yet before he went, it seemed as if his Church prayed to him, “Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm.” And this is the cry of the Church tonight, and I trust your cry too, that while he is not present but is absent from you, you may be near to him, and have a sweet consciousness of that blessed fact.
2. Now without further preface, let me first notice, the prayer, and secondly, the reasoning with which the spouse argues her suit. The prayer is, “Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm.” The argument is fourfold; she pleads thus, “Love is as strong as death;” she grows bolder—“Jealousy is as cruel as the grave;” she wrestles again—“Its coals are coals of fire, which has a most vehement flame;” and once again she brings forth her choice words, “Set me as a seal upon your heart, for many waters cannot quench your love, neither can the floods drown it.”
3. I. THE PRAYER, you will notice, is twofold, although it is so really and essentially one—“Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm.”
4. Now I think I can perhaps explain this text best by a reference to the high priest of old. You know that when he put on his holy garments—those robes of glory and beauty—he wore the breastplate of embroidered work in which four rows of precious stones were set. If you will turn to Exodus you read, “And the stones were according to the names of the children of Israel, twelve, according to their names, like the engravings of a signet, every one with his name, according to the twelve tribes.” (Ex 39:14) How suggestive of this prayer!—“Set me as a seal or as an engraved signet, as a precious stone that has been carved—set my name upon your heart.” Let it be always glittering there. But beside this breastplate, there was the ephod, and we are told that “they made shoulder pieces for it, to couple it together by the two edges it was coupled together.” Then in the sixth verse we read. “And they set onyx stones enclosed in settings of gold, engraved, as signets are engraved, with the names of the children of Israel; and he put them on the shoulders of the ephod, that they should be memorial stones for the children of Israel; as the Lord commanded Moses.” (Ex 39:6,7) So that it was set as a signet upon his shoulder, or upon his arm, as well as upon his heart. I think these were to indicate that the high priest loved the people, for he bore them on his heart; and that he served the people as a consequence of that love, therefore he bore them upon his shoulders. And I think the prayer of the spouse is just this,—she would know once and for all that Christ’s heart is entirely hers; that he loves her with the intensity and the very vitality of his being; that his innermost heart, the life spring of his soul belongs to her. And she would also know that that love moves his arm. She longs to see herself as supported, sustained, strengthened, defended, preserved, and kept by that same strong arm which put Orion in its place in the sky, and holds the Pleiades so that they should give their light for evermore. She longs that she may know the love of his heart, and that she may experience the power of his arm. Cannot each of us join the spouse in this prayer tonight? Oh! Lord, let me know that my name is engraved on your heart, not only let it be there, but let me know it. Write my name not only in your heart, but may it be as a signet on your heart so that I may see it. Doubtlessly there are the names of very many written upon Christ’s heart, who have not yet been able to see their names there; they are there, but not written as on a signet. Christ has loved them from all eternity; his heart has been set on them from everlasting, but as yet they have never seen the signet. They have never had the seal of the Spirit to witness within that they are born by God. While their names may be in his heart, they have not seen them there as a seal upon his heart. And no doubt there are multitudes for whom Christ has fought and conquered, and whom he daily keeps and preserves, who have never seen their names written as a seal upon his arm. Their prayer is that they may see Christ’s love visibly, that they may discover it in their experience, that it may be beyond question, and no more a matter of doubt, that his hand and his heart are engaged for their eternal salvation. I repeat it, you can all join in this prayer you people of God; it is a cry that you would raise now, and continue to raise until it is fully answered. Oh! let me know, my Lord, that I am yours, bound to your heart; and let me know that I am yours, protected and preserved by your arm. This is the prayer; I shall not say more about it, because I wish to speak more at length upon the arguments with which it is here pleaded.
5. II. The spouse argues with her Lord thus. It is to my advantage that you should thus write my name upon your hand and heart, for I know this concerning your love, that it is strong; that it is firm; that it has a wondrous intensity and that it has a sure and unquenchable eternity. With these four pleas she backs up her suit.
6. 1. She pleads that he would show her his love, because of the strength of it. “Your love is as strong as death.” Some expositors think that this means the Church’s love. Others say, “No, it means the love of Christ for his Church.” I am not careful to determine which it means, for they are extremely similar. Christ’s love for his Church is the magnificent image; the affection which his people bear to him is the beautiful miniature. They are not alike in degree and measure, for the Church never loves Christ so much as Christ loves her, but, they are as much alike as the father in his strength is to the babe in weakness; there is the same image and superscription. The love of the Church for Christ is the child of Christ’s love for the Church, and consequently there is something of the same attribute in both, and while it is true that Christ’s love for us is so strong that he defied and endured death for us, it is true also that the love of the Church for him is as strong as death. Her chosen sons and daughters have endured the pangs of the rack and the pains of the sword, and have gone through a thousand deaths sooner than be turned aside from their chaste fidelity to their Lord. I shall, however, keep to the first idea, that this is the love of Christ, and shall use it thus, as being the plea of his Church, that because his love is strong she desires to be assured of her interest in it, and to see most visibly the signet and seal of her being really in his heart. “Love is as strong as death.” What a well chosen emblem this is! What besides love is so strong as death! With steadfast foot Death marches over the world. No mountains can restrain the invasion of this all conquering king. There is no chalet on the mountain Alp so high that his foot cannot climb to hunt the inhabitant. There is no valley so fair that he does not intrude and stalk, a grim skeleton across the plain. Everywhere and in every place beneath the moon you have sway, oh Death! The lordly lion bows his neck to you. Leviathan yields up his body which floats across many briny waves. You are the great fisher. You have put your hook into his jaw and dragged him from the sea. You are master of all! You have dominion given to you. You wear an iron crown, and you dash in pieces the strongest of the sons of men as though they were only potter’s vessels. No one among the sons of Adam can withstand Death’s insidious advances. When his hour is come, no one can bid him delay. The most clamorous prayers cannot move the flinty heart of Death. Insatiable, and not to be appeased, he devours and devours for ever. That scythe is never blunted, that hour glass never ceases to flow. Mightiest among the mighty are you oh Death. But Christ’s love is as strong as death. It too can climb the mountain and lay hold upon the mountaineer, far removed from the sound of the ministry of the gospel. It too can march into the valley, and though Popery with all its clouds of darkness should cover it, yet the love of Christ can win its glorious way. What can stand against it? The most stout must yield to it, and adamantine hearts are dashed to pieces by one blow of its golden hammer. As the sun dissolves the chains of ice and bids the rill rush on in freedom, though once bound as if it were stone, so does this love of Christ wherever it comes, give life and joy, and liberty, snaps the bonds and wins its way, never being retarded, never being hindered, because it is written “I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion.” Who can measure the strength of Christ’s love? Men have defied it but their defiance has been overcome. They have long resisted it, but they have been compelled to throw down their weapons; they have crossed it but they have found it hard to kick against the pricks. They have gone on caring for none of these things, but thus the eternal counsel has decreed it—Christ must, he shall have that redeemed man, and he has had him. Jesus Christ’s love is as strong as death. Sooner might a man live, after God’s will had decreed that he should die, than a sinner remain impenitent one hour after God’s love had decreed to melt his heart. Sooner might you defy the grave and hurl back upon his haunches the pale horse of Death, than turn back the Holy Spirit when he comes in his divine omnipotence to lay hold upon the heart and soul of man. As all the owls and bats with all their hootings could not scare back the sun when once its hour to rise has come; so all the sins, and fears, and troubles of man cannot turn back the light of love when God decrees that it should shine upon the heart. His love is found to be stronger than death. Death is only weakness itself when compared with the love of Christ. What a sweet reason why I should have a share in it! What a blessed argument for me to use before the throne of God! Lord, if your love is so strong, and my heart is so hard, and I am so powerless to break it, oh! let me know your love, so that it may overcome me, so that it may enchain me with its sure but soft fetters, and that I may be your willing captive for evermore.
7. But let me notice here that when the spouse says that Christ’s love is as strong as death, you must remember that she may in faith have foreseen that it would one day be tried to determine which one was the strongest. You know, do you not, that these two once entered into a duel to try their strength; and it was a struggle, surely upon which angels gazed. Jesus—I mean incarnate love—at the first seemed to shrink before death. “He sweat as it were, great drops of blood falling to the ground.” You cannot see the brow of his antagonist, but could you have perceived it, Death—the invaded—was trembling more than Christ—the invader. Christ had the prophecy of victory, but Death—the fates were against it. Well do you remember that story of how the Saviour’s back was ploughed, his hands pierced, and his side opened. Death—I think I see the flush that crossed his pale face, as he thought that he had gained the victory, but Jesus triumphed. Love reigned while Death lays prostrate at his feet. Strong as Death indeed was Jesus’ love, for Jesus swallowed up Death in victory; not merely overcame it, but seemed to devour it, to make nothing of it, and put it away once and for all. “Oh Death,” said Love, “I will be your plague! Oh grave, I will be your destruction!” And Love has kept its word, and proven itself to be “as strong as Death.”
8. Well, beloved, we may add to these few remarks this word. Rest assured that just as Death will not give up its prey, so neither will Love. How hard and firm does Death hold its captives! Until that resurrection trump shall make him loose their bonds none shall go free. He preserves their ashes as carefully as a king keeps the jewels of his crown. He will not allow one of them to escape as did Israel out of the land of Pharaoh. They must lie there in the house of bondage. And is not Christ’s love as strong as this? He shall keep his own. He never will let go those who are his. Indeed, when the archangel’s trump shall dissolve the grasp of Death, then the cry shall be heard, “Father, I will that they also whom you have given to me be with me where I am.” And when Death itself is dead, Love shall prove its eternal strength by taking its captives home. Love then, is as strong as Death. Lord Jesus, let me feel that love; let me see your arm nerved with it, and your heart affected by this strong love which all my enemies cannot defeat, which all my sins cannot overturn, which all my weakness cannot deny. I think this is a most sweet and powerful argument to lead you to pray the prayer, and one which you will use when you are pleading before God.
9. 2. Let us now turn to the second plea—“Jealousy is as cruel as the grave.” Krummacher, in a sermon upon this passage, following the translation of Luther quotes it as though it ran thus—“Jealousy is as firm as hell;” and I believe that is the proper translation, at least quite as correct as the present one. “Jealousy is as firm as hell.” Those of you who have Bibles with the margins in them, (and the margins are generally like fine gold,) will see the words in the corner, “Hebrew, hard”—“Jealousy is as hard as the grave,” which is just the idea of firmness, it is as firm as the grave. Sheol, I believe the word is here for grave, otherwise we translate it “Hades,”—the place of separate souls without reference to good or evil—or as Luther translates it—“hell.” “Jealousy is as hard as hell.” The idea is just this, that the love of Christ in the form of jealousy is as hard and as sternly relentless as is the grave and hell. Now hell never looses one of its bondslaves. Once let the iron gate be shut upon the soul and there is no escape. When the ring of fire has once girdled the immortal spirit, no one can dash through the flaming battlements. The dungeon is locked. The key is dashed into the abyss of destiny and never can be found.
Fixed is their everlasting state,
Could they repent ’tis now too late.
“Escape for your life, do not look behind you,” is a cry which may be uttered on earth but which can never be heard in hell. Those who are once there, are there for ever and for ever. That modern doctrine of the restoration of damned souls, has no foundation in the Word of God. It is a dream, and they shall find it so who once come into that place. “Where their worm does not die, and where their fire is not quenched,”—a more perfect picture of an unrelenting bondage could not be found anywhere. The firmness and hardness of the grave and hell are without abatement. When once they have their hands upon their prey they hold it with a tenacity which defies resistance. Well, but such is the love of Christ. If just now we had to speak of its strength, we have now to speak of its tenacity, its hardness, its attachment to those whom it has chosen. You may sooner unlock Hades, and let loose the spirits that are in prison there, than you could ever snatch one from the right hand of Christ. You may sooner rob death of its prey, than Jesus of his purchased ones. You may plunder the lion’s den, but shall the lion of the tribe of Judah be plundered? Shall the prey be taken from the mighty, and the lawful captive delivered? Before one child of God shall be lost, you shall go first and make Death relax his grasp, and then next you shall make hell with all its fury give up its prey. As soon as ever it can be proven that one child of God perishes, it can be proven that the fires of hell can be put out, but until then, there shall never be a shadow of a doubt of that. Just as certainly as lost souls are lost for ever, so certainly believing souls are saved for ever. Oh! little do they know the love of Christ who think that he loves today, and hates tomorrow. He is no such lover as that. Even earthly worms would despise such affection. Is Christ’s affection a play of fast and loose? Does he choose, and then refuse; does he justify, and then condemn? Does he press to his bosom, and afterwards reject with distaste? It is not so. If you have seen Niagara Falls in its tremendous strength, leaping from its rock into the depth beneath, you might conceive some hand bidding it leap back, or stopping it in its mid-current. Some mighty imagination might conceive that stream changed in its course, and made to ascend and climb the hills, instead of leaping downwards in its strength; but even then, no imagination can conceive the love of Christ retracing its eternal pathway. The divine fury which is in it, drives it on, and on it must go as it has begun. The love of Christ is like an arrow which had been shot from the bow of destiny; it flies, it flies, and heaven itself cannot change its course. Christ has decreed it, such men shall be his, and his they shall be, nor will he turn away one of them, or make a new election, or plan a new redemption, or bring those to heaven whom he never intended to bring, or lose those whom he ordained to save. He has said, and he will do it. He has commanded his covenant for ever, and it shall stand fast. He will have compassion on whom he will have compassion, and he will have mercy on whom he will have mercy. You have then, here, another reason why you should pray that your name may be upon Christ’s heart and upon his arm,—once there, it is there for ever. So surely there, so jealously there, so firmly there, so fixedly there, that it can never be removed come what may. Christ is jealous of his people; he will not let another have his spouse. He will not sit still and see the prince of darkness walking off with her whom he espoused to himself in the eternal ages. The supposition is absurd. That cruel jealousy of his would make him spring up from his heavenly repose, to snatch his chosen spouse from him who would seek to lead her to the hellish altar. She shall not be divorced from him; she must not be married to another.
Stronger his love than death or hell,
Its riches are unsearchable;
The firstborn sons of light
Desire in vain its depths to see,
They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, the breadth, the height.
10. 3. If the love of Christ is as strong as death; if it is such that it can never be moved from its object, yet the question arises, may not the love itself die out? Even if it should remain the same in its purpose, yet may not its intensity be diminished? “No,” says the Shulamite, “it is an attribute of Christ’s love that ‘its coals are coals of fire which have a most vehement flame.’” More forcible is the language in the original—“Its coals are the coals of God,”—a Hebrew idiom to express the most glowing of all flames—“the coals of God!” as though it was no earthly flame, but something far superior to the most vehement affection among men. Some who look carefully at it, think there is an allusion in this sentence to the fire which always burned on the altar, and which never went out. You remember there were coals of fire which were always kept burning under the Levitical dispensation. The flame was originally kindled by fire from heaven, and it was the business of the priest perpetually to feed it with the sacred fuel. You will remember too, that one of the cherubims flew and took a live coal from off this very altar, and said to Isaiah, “Lo, this has touched your lips.” Now, the love of Christ is like the coals upon the altar which never went out. But the spouse has brought out a fuller idea than this. She seems to say, “Its vehemence never decreases; it is always burning to its utmost intensity.” Nebuchadnezzar’s furnace was heated seven times hotter, but no doubt it grew cool; Christ’s love is like the furnace, but it is always at the sevenfold heat, and it always has within itself its own fuel. It is not like fire merely, but like coals of fire, always having that within itself which supports it. Why did Christ love the spouse? What lit the fire at first? He kindled it himself. There was no reason whatever why Christ should love any of us, except the love of his own heart. And what is the fuel that feeds the fire? Your works and mine? No, brethren, no, no, a thousand times no; all the fuel comes from the same place; it is all from his heart. Now, if the flame of Christ’s love depended upon anything we did; if it was fed with our fuel, it would either die out, or else it would sometimes dwindle as the smoking flax, and then again it might be rekindled to a vehement heat. But since it depends on itself, and has the pure attributes of divinity, it is a self-existent love, absolute and independent of the creature. Well, then, may we understand that it never shall grow less, but always be as a vehement flame.
11. Now I do not want to preach about this, but I wish you would think of it a little. Christian, turn it over in your mind—Christ loves you; not a little; not a little as a man may love his friend; not even as a mother may love her child, for she may forget the infant of her womb. He loves you with the highest degree of love that is possible; and what more can I say, except I add, he loves you with a degree of love that is utterly impossible for man. No finite mind could, if it should seek to measure it, get any idea whatever of the love of Christ towards us. You know, when we come to measure a drop with an ocean, there is a comparison. A comparison I say there is, although we should hardly be able to understand it; but when you attempt to measure our love with Christ’s, the finite with the infinite, there is no comparison at all. Although we loved Christ ten thousand times as well as we do, there would even then be no comparison between our love for him and his love for us. Can you believe this now—“Jesus loves me?” Why to be loved by others here often brings the tear to one’s eye. It is sweet to have the affection of one’s fellow; but to be loved by God, and to be loved to an intense decree—so loved that you have to leave it as a mystery the soul cannot fathom—you cannot tell how much! Be silent, oh my soul! and be silent too before your God, and lift up your soul in prayer thus—“Jesus, take me into this sea of love, and let me be ravished by a sweet and heavenly contentment in a sure confidence that you have loved me and given yourself for me.”
12. 4. We shall now turn to the last argument of this choice prayer, which is equally precious. It is the unquenchable eternity of this love. There is that in its very essence which defies any opposite quality to extinguish it. The argument seems to me to run thus—“Yes, but if Christ’s love does not die out by itself—if it has such intensity that it never would by itself fail, yet may not you and I put it out?” No, says the text, “Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.” Christ has endured many waters already—the waters of bodily affliction, the waters of soul travail, the waters of spiritual desertion. Christ was in this world like Noah’s ark; the depths came up from beneath; hell troubled him; the great water floods came from above; it pleased the Father to bruise him. The cataracts leaped on him from either side; he was betrayed by his friends, he was hunted by his foes. But the many waters could no more destroy his love than it could drown the ark of gopher wood. Just as that ark mounted higher, and higher, and higher, the more the floods prevailed; so then that love of Christ seemed to rise higher, and higher, and higher, just in proportion to the floods of agony which sought to put it out. Fixed and resolved to bring his ransomed home, the Captain of our salvation becomes perfect through suffering, plunges into the thick of the battle, and comes out of it more than a conqueror. And oh! since then, my beloved, what floods has Christ’s love endured! There have been the floods of our sins, the many waters of our blasphemy and ungodliness. Since conversion, there have been the many waters of our backslidings, and the floods of our unbelief. What crime on crime, what transgression on transgression have we been guilty of! Yet he has never failed us up to this moment. “By the grace of God we are what we are. And we are persuaded that neither life, nor death, nor things present, nor things to come, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” What if we should be tried in circumstances? “Neither famine, nor persecution, nor nakedness, nor peril, nor sword, shall separate us from the love of Christ.” What if we backslide and wander from his ways? “Though we do not believe, he remains faithful.” And what if in the last black hour we should have bitter sufferings on our deathbed? Still he shall be with us in the last moment, for it is written, “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death.”—So you see he is to be destroyed, and we are to be victors over him. Gather up then all the thoughts of how we have tried and how we shall try the Master, and let us set our seal tonight to our own solemn “Yea and Amen” to this most precious declaration of the Shulamite. “Many waters cannot quench love neither can the floods drown it.” Then, Lord, write my name on your heart; engrave my name as a signet on your arm so that I may have a share in this unfailing and undying affection, and be yours now, and yours for ever.
13. Poor sinner! I know you have been saying while I have been preaching—“I wish I had a share in that love.” Well, you may pray this prayer tonight—“Set me—it is a black name—set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm. Love me, Lord. Help me, Lord. Let your heart move towards me; let your arm move for me too. Think of me, Lord; set me on your heart. Work for me, Lord, set me on your arm. Lord, I long to have your love, for I hear it is as strong as death, and you know I am chained by Satan, and am his bondslave. Come and deliver me: you are more than a match for my cruel tyrant. Come with your strong love and set me free. I hear too that your love is as firm as hell itself. Lord, that is such a love as I want. Though I know I shall vex you and wander from you, come and love me with a love that is firm and everlasting. Oh Lord, I feel there is nothing in me that can make you love me. Come and love me, then, with that love which finds its own fuel. Love me with those coals of fire which have a ‘vehement flame.’ And since many waters cannot quench your love, prove that in me; for there are many waters of sin in me, but Lord help me to believe that your love is not quenched by them; there are many corruptions in me, but, Lord, love me with that love which my corruptions cannot quench. Here, Lord, I give myself away; take me; make me what you wish to have me to be, and keep and preserve me even to the end.”
14. May the Lord help you to pray that prayer, and then may he answer it for his mercy’s sake.
Religious Services And Other Meetings In Connection With The Opening Of The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.
The Committee is very happy to inform their Friends and the Public, that the vast Edifice erected for the Church and Congregation of Pastor C. H. SPURGEON is now nearly completed. The sum required has, by God’s gracious Providence, been obtained—with the exception of about £3,000. It is firmly believed that this remaining amount will be raised by means of the Bazaar and the Contributions given at the Opening Meetings.
In order that the large numbers who desire to be present upon this occasion may be accommodated, the proceedings have been extended throughout a whole month, and there are one or two days yet unoccupied, for which Services will be afterwards advertised, if the present arrangement should prove insufficient. Owing to the early date at which this circular is issued, the particulars cannot be given; nor is it possible to publish all the names of the ministers and gentlemen who will assist at the Services. The present programme will be adhered to as nearly as possible, but some variations may very naturally occur. Many of the meetings are definite in their subjects and objects, both for the sake of variety and edification. We desire not only to welcome our friends and accept their assistance, but to proclaim a public testimony of our faith and practice. It is hoped that the more prominent features of our religious views, as a Church and Denomination, will thus be publicly expounded, while our union with the faithful will be unmistakably affirmed.
Friends desiring Tickets for any of the Services, are requested to make their application by letter to Mr. C. BLACKSHAW, Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington, S. They are requested to enclose a stamped envelope, bearing their address, and to state clearly what Meeting they wish to attend. Since the number of Tickets is limited, when compared with the expected demand, no large supply can be issued to any one person. It is hoped that many will see fit to enclose a Contribution with their application. The Committee will endeavour, as far as possible, to oblige every applicant; but they cannot absolutely engage, in every case, to supply the particular Tickets required. Delay will necessarily occur in attending to so extensive an arrangement, but our Friends will exercise patience, and we hope all will be gratified.
In conclusion, the Committee begs the renewed assistance of all their friends in this crowning effort, and they beg it to be distinctly understood, that no persuasion will prevail upon their Pastor to use the Building for Public Worship on the Sunday until the whole of the liabilities are discharged. Shall the House be closed a single Sunday? We believe in our gracious God, and trust that he will so influence his people that by the end of the second week, or before the Good Friday has passed away, all will be accomplished: in which case, we shall meet for regular worship on Lord’s Day, March 31st.
The proceeds of collections, after payment of contracted liabilities, will be needed for the completion of the front boundaries, the outfitting of the Schools, furnishing the Students’ Classrooms, and other works which the Committee has not as yet commenced. Feeling it to be highly objectionable to run into debt, they have left many matters to be finished when the funds shall be forthcoming, and they are sanguine that before these preliminary meetings are over, this great Temple of the Lord will have been finished in every department.
Monday, March 18th.—Meeting for Prayer, at 7 o’clock in the morning. Pastor C. H. SPURGEON will preside.
A Bazaar will be held in the Lecture Hall and School Rooms, commencing at 12 o’clock each day, on Tuesday, March 19th; Wednesday, March 20th; Thursday, March 21st; Friday, March 22nd; and Saturday, March 23rd.
Tickets of Admission One Shilling each. Contributions of Goods are earnestly requested, and should be forwarded to Mrs. SPURGEON, Clapham.
Monday, March 25.—Morning at 7.—Meeting for Prayer. The Rev. G. ROGERS will preside. Afternoon at 3.—Sermon by Pastor C. H. SPURGEON. Evening at 7.—Sermon by Rev. WILLIAM BROOK, of Bloomsbury Chapel.
Tuesday, March 26.—Public Meeting of our Contributors. Chair to be taken at half past 6, by Sir HENRY HAVELOCK. The Revs. C. STOVEL, M. BARRINGER, J. BIGWOOD, F. TUCKER, J. RUSSELL, and other Ministers and Gentlemen will address the Meeting. Tickets will be given to contributors.
Wednesday, March 27.—Public Meeting of the Neighbouring Churches. Chair to be taken at half past Six, by Dr. STEANE. The Revs. W. HOWIESON, of Lion Street, Namium HALL, of Surrey Chapel; R. W. BUTTS, of Hanover Chapel; G. H. WHITE, of Bermondsey; G. ROGERS, of Albany Chapel; and other Ministers and Gentlemen are expected to address the Meeting.
Good Friday, March 29.—Two Sermons will be Preached by Pastor C. H. SPURGEON. Morning at a quarter to Eleven; Evening at Seven. Tickets for these Services will be chiefly given to Members and Seat Holders.
Monday, April 1.—Morning at 7.—Meeting for Prayer. The Rev. B. DAVIES will preside. Evening at 7.—A Sermon will be Preached by the Rev. JOHN GRAHAM of Craven Chapel.
Tuesday, April 2.—A Public Meeting of our London Baptist Brethren. Chair to be taken at 7 p.m., by Sir S. M. PETO, Bart. The Revs. A. C. THOMAS, J. H. HINTON, P. DICKERSON, JABEZ BURNS, D.D., and other Ministers and Gentlemen are expected to take part in the proceedings.
Wednesday, April, 13.—A Public Meeting of the Denominations. Chair to be taken at 6:30 p.m., by E. BALL, Esq., M.P. E. CORDEROY, Esq., Rev. W. G. LEWIS, Rev. J. HALL, Rev. W. BUSHELL., and others, will be present. The subject of the Unity of the Church will be discussed by able Ministers and Laymen representing the various sections of the One Church.
Thursday, April 4.—A Sermon will be Preached by the Rev. OCTAVIUS WINSLOW of Bath, at 7 p.m.
Monday, April 8.—Morning at 7.—Meeting for Prayer. Evening at 7.—Our own Church. The Pastor, Elders, and Deacons will speak; the former Ministers are invited; and the Rev. JOHN SPURGEON, the father of the Pastor, is expected to preside. By this meeting we desire to testify to the independency, unity, and fellowship which each Church of Christ has within itself.
Tuesday, April 9.—Baptismal Service at 7 p.m. A Sermon upon Believers’ Baptism, by Rev. H. S. BROWN, of Liverpool. Pastor C. H. SPURGEON will baptize.
Wednesday, April 10.—Communion. Dr. STEANE, Pastor C. H. SPURGEON, and Dr. HAMILTON will preside. This Service is intended to set forth the essential Oneness of the Church, and the real fellowship in the body of Christ which is the privilege of all her members. Members of the various Protestant bodies can apply for cards through their Pastors, or where this is impossible, through any members of the Church under the care of Pastor C. H. SPURGEON.
The Offering at this Communion will be devoted to the Memorial on behalf of the Widow of the late Rev. JONATHAN GEORGE.
Thursday, April 11.—Afternoon at 3.—Calvinistic Doctrine. Pastor C. H. SPURGEON will introduce the subject, and five Ministers will take up the points by which the Calvinistic Creed is distinguished. The Service commences at 3. There will be a pause at 5 for refreshment, and the friends will reassemble at 6:30. The Addresses will last about half an hour each, and will be printed, as a manual of doctrine, and as a memorial of the Opening of this great House of God.
Friday, April 12.—Oration by HOBBY VINCENT, Esq. Subject:—“Nonconformity in its political bearings.” Chair to be taken at 7 p.m. by Sir JOHN BURGOYNE. Tickets One Shilling. Reserved Seats, Half-a-Crown.
The arrangements for the Fifth week will be announced in the April Magazines. It is hoped that many friends from the country, being in town for the May Meetings, will then favour us with their company, and to this end their applications will have the preference.