59. Watch Night Service

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I have preached at all hours the gospel of Jesus, and see no reason why I may not preach at midnight, if I can obtain hearers.

Watch Night Service On Tuesday Night, December 31, 1855, By Pastor C. H. Spurgeon, At New Park Street Chapel, Southwark.

[This sermon contain one of the very few prayers of Spurgeon that made it into print, thus making it most rare. Spurgeon did not wish his prayers to be published. Editor.]

1. If it is enquired why I held a Watch Night Service, let the answer be—because I hoped that the Lord would honour the service, and thus souls might be saved. I have preached at all hours the gospel of Jesus, and see no reason why I may not preach at midnight, if I can obtain hearers. I have not done it from imitation, but for the best of reasons—the hope of doing good, and the wish to be the means of gathering in the outcasts of Israel. God is my witness, I would preach every hour of the day, if body and mind were equal to the task. When I consider how souls are being damned and how few there are who cry and mourn over them, I am constrained to cry with Paul, “Woe is to me if I do not preach the gospel.” Oh, that the New Year may be far better than the last.

2. I am almost sorry to see this service in print, and fear it will rob many of their week’s food from the regular sermon: but as it is done, I will pray the Lord to honour it for Jesus’ sake.—C. H. S.

3. The chapel being densely crowded in every part, the preacher entered the pulpit, and after prayer, solemnly read the verse—which the congregation then sang—

  You virgin souls, arise!
  With all the dead awake;
  To salvation wise,
  Oil in your vessels take:
Upstarting at the MIDNIGHT CRY,
Behold your heavenly bridegroom nigh.

Two brethren then offered prayer for the Church and the World, that the new year might be clothed with glory by the spread of the knowledge of Jesus.—Then followed the

Exposition (Ps 90:1-12)

1.Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations.

Yes Jehovah, WE, your children, can say that you have been our home, our safe dwelling place. And oh, what joy, what peace have we found in his sacred bosom. No home like the breast of the Lord, to which, in all generations, true believers flee. Let me ask the unbelievers where their joy is. Where has your habitation been, you sons of sin and daughters of folly?

2.Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever you had formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.

And the same God too, loving his people, passing by their sins and not remembering their iniquities. Oh, beloved, let this thought cheer you, he was, he is, he will be God. Here change cannot climb, here mutation must not approach. For ever and ever he is God.

3.You turn man to destruction; and say, Return, you children of men.

How many this year have departed. Oh, where had we been had this been our case? Many of us can say, we should have been in bliss, and we should have returned to God, but alas, many here would have entered the fires of hell and commenced their never ending torture.

4.For a thousand years in your sight are only as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.

5.You carry them away as a flood.

Who are they who are carried away as with a flood? Yourselves, my hearers, and myself. Though we do not know it, we are always in motion. The impetuous torrent of time is carrying us along like a mighty rolling river. We cannot stand against the force which drives us onwards. We are as powerless as the straw; we can by no means resist it. Where are we going? Where is the river carrying us? We cannot stem its torrents; we cannot escape its floods. Oh! where, oh! where, are we going?

5.You carry them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which grows up.

6.In the morning it flourishes, and grows up; in the evening it is cut down and withers.

7.For we are consumed by your anger, and by your wrath are we troubled.

No man better understands this than the convicted sinner, when smarting under the rod of God. Truly our strength is then utterly consumed, and the troubles of our heart are enlarged.

8.You have set our iniquities before you, our secret sins in the light of your countenance.

Hear that! “our secret sins.” Some of you bear hell’s mark on your forehead. Some of you, like Cain, have the mark of justice on your very brow. Your sins are beforehand with you in judgment. Ah! they are there tonight, blabbing out the tale of your sad, sad history. But there are persons here who have “secret sins.” You have not been found out yet. The night was too dark for human eye to see you; the deed was too secret for mortal to behold; but it is recorded somewhere. Just as we set a stone in a golden ring, so has God set your “secret sins in the light of his countenance.” Your sins are this night before the eyes of the infinite Jehovah.

9.For as our days are passed away in your wrath; we spend our years as a tale that is told.

The Vulgate translation has: “Our years pass away like those of a spider.” It implies that our life is as frail as the thread of a spider’s web. The spider’s web is constituted most curiously; but what is more fragile? In what is there more wisdom than in the complicated frame of a human body; and what is more easily destroyed? Grass is granite compared with flesh; and vapours are rocks compared with life.

10.The days of our years are threescore years and ten;

Mark, the Psalmist says, “the days of our years.” How seldom we think of that! Our years we think of, but not “the days of our years.”

10.And if” [it is a great “if” indeed, for how many die before they attain to it!] “by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

Where do we fly to? Is it upwards that we wing our way, on more than eagle’s wings, to realms of joy unknown? Or is it downward that we sink with all our sins around our necks like millstones? Oh! shall we go down, down, until in hell we lift up our eyes, being in torments?

11.Who knows the power of your anger? even according to your fear, so is your wrath.

12.So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts to wisdom.

Here is heavenly arithmetic; an application of numeration seldom thought of even by the wise. May we, during the next year, so measure out our time, that we may apply our hearts to Jesus, who is the true wisdom.

Amen! Lord, may that be granted!

4. Now we will sing a verse of that solemn hymn—

“When you my righteous judge shall come,”

and then the Pastor will make an evening’s prayer for you before he comes to speak with your souls on God’s behalf.


Let me among your saints be found
Whene’er the archangel’s trump shall sound,
  To see your smiling face:
Then loudest of the crowd I’ll sing,
While heav’n’s resounding mansions ring
  With shouts of sovereign grace.


5. Oh God, save my people! Save my people! A solemn charge have you given to your servant. Ah! Lord, it is all too solemn for such a child. Help him; help him by your own grace, to discharge it as he ought. Oh Lord, let your servant confess that he feels that his prayers are not as earnest as they should be for his people’s souls; that he does not preach as frequently as he ought, with that fire, that energy, that true love to men’s souls. But oh Lord, do not damn the hearers for the preacher’s sin. Oh, do not destroy the flock for the shepherd’s iniquity. Have mercy on them, good Lord, have mercy on them, oh Lord, have mercy on them! There are some of them, Father, that will not have mercy on themselves. How we have preached to them, and laboured for them! Oh God you know that I do not lie. How have I striven for them, that they might be saved! But the heart is too hard for man to melt, and the soul made of iron too hard for flesh and blood to render soft. Oh God, the God of Israel, you can save. There is the pastor’s hope; there is the minister’s trust. He cannot but you can, Lord; they will not come, but you can make them willing in the day of your power. They will not come to you that they may have life; but you can draw them, and then they shall run after you. They cannot come; but you can give them power, for though “no man comes except the Father draws him,” yet if he draws him then he can come. Oh Lord, for another year has your servant preached—you know how. It is not for him to plead his cause with you—that is in another’s hands, and has been there, thank God, years ago. But now, oh Lord, we beseech you, bless our people. Let this our church, your church be still knit together in unity; and this night may they commence a fresh era of prayer. They are a praying people, blessed be your name, and they pray for their minister with all their hearts. Oh Lord, help them to pray more earnestly. May we wrestle in prayer more than ever, and besiege your throne until you make Jerusalem a praise not only here, but everywhere. But, Father, it is not the church we weep for; it is not the church we groan for; it is the world. Oh Faithful Promiser, have you not promised to your Son that he would not die in vain? Give him souls we beseech you, that he may be abundantly satisfied. Have you not promised your church that she shall be increased? Oh, increase her, increase her. And have you not promised that your ministers shall not labour in vain? For you have said that “as the rain comes down and the snow from heaven, and does not return there, but waters the earth, even so shall your word be: it shall not return to you void.” Do not let the word return void tonight; but now may your servant in the most earnest manner, with the most fervent heart, burning with love to his Saviour, and with love to souls, preach once more the glorious gospel of the blessed God. Come, Holy Spirit! We can do nothing without you. We solemnly invoke you, great Spirit of God! you who did rest on Abraham, on Isaac, and on Jacob; you, who in the night visions speaks to men. Spirit of the Prophets, Spirit of the Apostles, Spirit of the Church, you be our Spirit this night, that the earth may tremble, that souls may be made to hear your Word, and that all flesh may rejoice together to praise your name. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the dread Supreme, be everlasting praise. Amen.


Arise, cry out in the night; in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord. (La 2:19)

6. This was originally spoken to Zion, when in her sad and desolate condition. Jeremiah, the weeping prophet, had wept his eyes dry for the slain of the daughter of his people; and when he had done all he could himself to pour out tears for poor Jerusalem, he then begged Jerusalem to weep for herself. I think I might become a Jeremiah tonight, and weep as he did, for surely the church at large is in almost as evil a condition. Oh Zion, how have you been veiled in a cloud, and how is your honour trodden in the dust! Arise, you sons of Zion, and weep for your mother, yes weep bitterly, for she has given herself to other lovers, and forsaken the Lord that bought her. I bear witness this night, in the midst of this solemn assembly, that the church at large is wickedly departing from the living God; she is leaving the truth which was once her glory, and she is mixing herself among the nations. Ah! beloved, it would be well if Zion could weep sometimes now; it would be well if there were more who would lay to heart the wound of the daughter of his people. How has the city become a harlot! how has the much fine gold become dim! and how has the glory departed! Zion is under a cloud. Her ministers do not preach with the energy and fire that anciently dwelt in the lips of God’s servants, neither is pure and undefiled doctrine proclaimed in her streets. Where are her evangelists who with earnest hearts traversed the land with the gospel on their lips. Where are her apostolic preachers who everywhere declared the good tidings of salvation. Alas for the idle shepherds! Alas for the slumbering ministers! Weep sorely, oh Zion! weep sorely, until another reformation comes to sweep your floor. Weep Zion: weep until he shall come whose fan is in his hand, who shall thoroughly purge his floor; for the time is coming when judgment must begin at the house of God. Oh, that now the princes of Israel had wisdom, that they might seek the Lord; but alas, our leaders have given themselves to false doctrine; neither do they love the thing which is right. Therefore I charge you, “Arise,” oh Zion, “cry out in the night, in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord.”

7. We leave Zion, however, to speak to those who need exhortation more than Zion does; to speak to those who are Zion’s enemies, or followers of Zion, and yet not belonging to her ranks. To them we shall have a word or two to say tonight.

8. 1. First, from our text we gather that—it is never too soon to pray. “Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord.” You are lying on your bed; the gracious Spirit whispers—“Arise, and pray to God.” Well, there is no reason why you should delay until the morning light; “in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord.” We are told here that it is never too soon to pray. How many young persons imagine that religion is a thing for old age, or at least for maturity; but they conceive that while they are in the bloom of their youth, they do not need to attend to its admonitions. How many have we found who count religion to be a crutch for old age, who reckon it an ornament to their grey hairs, forgetting that to the young man religion is like a chain of gold around his neck, and like an ornament set with precious jewels, that shall array him with honour. How many there are who think it is yet too soon for them to bear for a single moment the cross of Jesus. They do not want to have their young shoulders galled with an early burden; they do not think it is true that “it is good for a man to bear the yoke in his youth;” and they forget that that “yoke is easy,” and that “burden is light.” Therefore, hour after hour, and day after day, the malicious fiend whispers in their ear—“It is too soon, it is too soon! postpone, postpone, postpone! procrastinate!” Need we tell you once more that often repeated axiom, “Procrastination is the thief of time?” Need we remind you that “delays are dangerous?” Need we tell you that those are the workings of Satan? For the Holy Ghost, when he strives with man, says, “Today, if you will hear his voice, do not harden your heart.” It is never, beloved, too soon to pray. Are you a child tonight? Your God hears children. He called Samuel when he was only a child. “Samuel, Samuel;” and he said, “Here am I.” We have had our Josiahs; we have heard of our Timothys; we have seen those in early youth who have been brought to the Saviour. Oh! remember it is not too soon to seek the Saviour, before you arrive at manhood. If God in his mercy calls you to him, I beseech you do not think for a moment that he will not hear you. I trust I know his name; yes, more than that, I know I do. “I know whom I have believed.” But he did not call me too early. Though only a child, I descended into the pool of baptism, there to be buried with my Saviour. Oh! I wish I could say that all those fourteen or fifteen years of my life had not been thrown away. Blessed be his name, he never calls us too soon. If he rises early in the morning, and sends some into his vineyard to labour, he does not send them before they should go—before there is work for them to do. Young man, it is not too soon. “Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord.”

9. 2. Again: it is not too late to cry to the Lord; for if the sun has set, and the watches of the night have commenced their round, the mercy seat is open. No shop is open as late as the House of Mercy. The devil has two tricks with men. Sometimes he puts their clock a little back, and he says, “Stop, there is time enough yet;” and when that does not work, he turns the hands forward, and he cries out, “Too late! too late! Old man!” the devil has said, “It is too late?” Convicted sinner has Satan said, “It is too late?” Troubled, distressed one, has the thought risen in your soul—a bitter and a dark one—“It is too late?” It is not. Within another fifteen minutes another year shall have come; but if the Spirit of God calls you this year, he will not call you too late in the year. If to the last second you should live, if God the Holy Ghost calls you then, he will not have called you too late. Ah! you desponding ones, who think it is all too late—it is not.

While the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner that returns

shall find mercy and peace. There have been some older than you can be; some as sinful and vile, and heinously wicked, who have provoked God as much, who have sinned against him as frequently, and yet they have found pardon. If he calls you, sinner, if he calls you tonight, 12 o’clock is not too late, as 1 o’clock is not too early. If he calls you, whether it is at midnight, or cock crowing, or noonday, we would say to you, as they did to the blind man, “Arise; he calls you.” And as sure as ever he calls you, he will not send you away without a blessing. It is not too late to call on God. The darkness of night is gathering; it is coming on, and you are near to death. Arise, sleeper, arise! you who are now taking the last nap of death. “Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord.”

10. 3. Next: we cannot pray too vehemently, for the text says, “Arise, cry out in the night.” God loves earnest prayers. He loves impetuous prayers—vehement prayers. Let a man preach if he dare coldly and slowly, but never let him pray that way. God loves crying out prayers. There is a poor fellow who says—“I do not know how to pray.” “Why, sir,” he says, “I could not put six or seven words together in English grammar.” Tush upon English grammar! God does not care for that, so long as you pour out your heart. That is enough. Cry out before him. “Ah!” says one, “I have been supplicating to God. I think I have asked for mercy.” But perhaps you have not cried out. Cry out before God. I have often heard men say they have prayed and have not been heard. But I have known the reason. They have asked amiss if they have asked; and those who cry with weak voices, who do not cry aloud, must not expect to get a blessing. When you go to mercy’s gate, let me give you a little advice. Do not go and give a gentle tap, like a lady; do not give a single knock, like a beggar; but take the knocker and wrap hard, till the very door seems to shake. Wrap with all your might! and remember that God loves those who knock hard at mercy’s gate. “Knock, and it shall be opened to you.” I picture that scene at midnight, which our Saviour mentioned in the parable, and it will suit the present occasion. A certain man needed some bread; a friend of his on a journey had come to his house and was very faint, and needed bread to eat. So off he went to his next door neighbour and rapped at his door, but no one came. He stood beneath the window and called out his friend’s name. His friend answered from the top of the house, where he had been lying asleep, “My wife and children are with me in bed, and I cannot rise and give to you.” But the man did not care about that. His poor friend needed bread; so he called out aloud—“It is bread I need, and bread I must have!” I fancy I see the man lying and sleeping there. He says, “I shall not get up; it is very cold tonight. How can you expect me to rise and go downstairs to get bread for you? I will not; I cannot; I shall not.” So he wraps himself very comfortably again and lies down to sleep again once more. What does the man down below do? Oh! I hear him still. “Awake, sir! I must have it! I will have it! my friend is starving.” “Go home, you fellow! Do not disturb me at this time of night.” “I must have bread! why do you not come and let me have it?” says the other; but the friend vexed and angry lies down again on his bed. Still at the door there comes a heavier and a heavier rap, and the man still shouts—“Bread, sir, bread! you will not sleep all night until you come down and give it to me!” And truly I say to you, though he will not rise and give it to him because he is his friend, yet because of his importunity he will rise and give him as much as he needs. “Arise, cry out in the night,” and God will hear you, if you cry out with all your souls, and pour out your hearts before him.

11. 4. And now our last remark is—we cannot pray too simply. Just hear how the Psalmist has it: “pour out your hearts before him.” Not “pour out your fine words,” not “pour out your beautiful periods,” but “pour out your heart.” “I dare not,” one says, “there is black stuff in my heart,” Out with it then: it is better out than in. “I cannot,” says another, “it would not run freely.” Pour it out, sir; pour it all out—like water! Do you not notice something in this? Some men say—“I cannot pray as I want too; my crying out is a feeble one.” Well, when you pour out water it does not make much noise. So you can pour out your heart like water, and it will run away and you will scarcely know it. There is many a prayer uttered in an attic that no one has heard—but stop! Gabriel heard it; God himself heard it. There is many a cry down in a cellar, or up in an attic, or some lonely place where the cobbler sits mending his shoes beneath a window, which the world does not hear, but the Lord hears it. Pour out your heart like water. How does water run out? The quickest way it can; that’s all. It never cares much about how it runs. That is the way the Lord loves to have it. Some of your gentry offer prayers which are poured out drop after drop, and must be brought to a grand, ecclesiastical, prayer book shape. Now, take your heart and pour it out like water. “What!” says one, “with all the oaths in it?” Yes. “With all my old sins in it?” Yes. Pour out your heart like water; pour it out by confessing all your sins; pour it out by begging the Lord to have mercy upon you for Christ’s sake; pour it out like water. And when it is all poured out, he will come and fill it again with “clear well-aged wines.” “Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out your heart like water before the face of the Lord.”

12. Thus do I speak to all who will acknowledge themselves to be sinners in the sight of God, but even these must have the assistance of the Holy Spirit to enable them to cry out. Oh my Lord, grant it.

13. And now, dear friends, may grace be given to you, that you may be able to pour out your hearts this night! Remember, my hearers, it may seem a light thing for us to assemble tonight at such an hour, but listen for one moment to the ticking of that clock! [Here the preacher paused, and amid solemn silence every one heard the clock with its tick, tick, tick.] It is the beating of the pulse of eternity. You hear the ticking of that clock!—it is the footstep of death pursuing you. Each time the clock ticks, death’s footsteps are falling on the ground closer behind you. You will soon enter another year. This year will have been gone in a few seconds. 1855 is almost gone; where will the next year be spent, my friends? One has been spent on earth; where will you spend the next? “In heaven!” says one, “I trust.” Another murmurs, “Perhaps I shall spend mine in hell!” Ah! solemn is the thought, but before that clock strikes twelve, some here may be in hell; and, blessed be the name of God! some of us may be in heaven! But oh, do you know how to estimate your time, my hearers? do you know how to measure your days? Oh! I have not words to speak tonight. Do you know that every hour you are nearing the tomb? that every hour you are nearing judgment? that the archangel is flapping his wings every second of your life, and, trumpet at his mouth, is approaching you? that you do not live stationary lives, but always going on, on, on, towards the grave? Do you know where the stream of life is hastening some of you? To the rapids—to the rapids of woe and destruction! What shall the end of those be who do not obey the gospel of God? You will not have as many years to live as you had last year! See the man who has only a few shillings in his pocket, how he takes them out and spends them one by one! Now he has only a few pennies, and there is so much for that tiny candle, so much for that piece of bread. He counts the articles out one by one: and so the money goes gradually from his pocket. Oh! if you knew how poor you are some of you! You think there is no bottom to your pockets; you think you have a boundless store of time—but you have not! As the Lord lives, there is a young man here that has not more than one year to live; and yet he is spending all that he is worth of time, in sin, in folly, and vice. Some of you have not that long to live; and yet how are you spending your time? Oh take care! take care! time is precious! and whenever we have only little of it, it is more precious; yes, it is most precious. May God help you to escape from hell and flee to heaven! I feel like the angel, tonight, who put his hand upon Lot, and cried—“Escape! look not behind you! stay not in all the plain: flee to the mountain, lest you be consumed!”

14. And now, I appreciate the power of silence. You will please to observe strict and solemn silence until the striking of that clock; and let each one spend the time as he pleases. [It was now two minutes to twelve, and profound silence reigned, except where sobs and groans could be distinctly heard from penitent lips seeking the Saviour. The clock having struck, Mr. Spurgeon continued:] You are now where you never were before; and you never will be again where you have been tonight.

15. Now we have had a solemn meeting, and let us have a cheerful ending for it. As we go away let us sing a sweet hymn to encourage our hearts.

[A hymn was then sung.]

16. Now may the Lord bless you, and lift up the light of his countenance upon you, and give you peace! May you, during this year of grace; receive much grace; and may you proceed onwards towards heaven! And may we as a church, as members of churches, as ministers, as deacons, mutually strive together for the faith of Jesus, and be edified in it! And may the Lord save the ungodly! If the last year is totally gone and they are not yet pardoned and forgiven, let not another year roll away without their finding mercy!

17. The Lord dismiss you all with his sweet blessing, for his blessed Son’s sake, Amen. And may the love of Jesus Christ, the grace of his Father, and the fellowship of his blessed Spirit be yours, my beloved, if you know Christ, world without end. Amen.

18. Now, my friends, in the highest and best sense, I wish you all a happy New Year.

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