746. The End of the Righteous Desired

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Charles Spurgeon explains why death can be a comforting thought for believers.

A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, April 21, 1867, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Agricultural Hall, Islington.

Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his! (Numbers 23:10)

1. Caryle, in his “History of the French Revolution,” tells us of a Duke of Orleans who did not believe in death; so that when his secretary stumbled on the words, “The late King of Spain,” he angrily demanded what he meant by it. The obsequious attendant replied, “My Lord, it is a title which some of the kings of Spain have taken.” I do not have such a lunatic in all this assembly; for you unanimously believe that the entire race of men all equally await the inevitable hour. We know that all our paths, wind as they may, will lead to the grave. A certain king of France believed in death, but forbade that it should ever be mentioned in his presence. “And if,” he said, “I at any time look pale, no courtier must dare, on pain of my displeasure, to mention it in my presence”; thus imitating the foolish ostrich, which, when pursued by the hunter, and utterly unable to escape, is said to hide its head in the sand, imagining that it is secure from the enemy which it cannot see. I trust I do not address today any men so idiotic as to desire to forget the certainty of death, or to thrust the fact from their remembrance. I trust that, being sane men, you desire to look in the face the whole of your future history, both in the present world and in worlds beyond the region of sight; and, foreseeing that soul and body must part in the article of death, you are desirous to consider that event, so that you may be prepared for it. You desire to take death into your reckoning so that it may not surprise you unawares. He who should go upon a long journey, and provide for every difficulty on the road except one, would probably find the journey to be a failure. If, with a rolling chariot for the solid ways, he had forgotten to find the means of crossing the last river which would separate him from the country which he sought, he would be disappointed after all his pains. If you have provided for life, but have not also prepared for death, what better will you be, my hearer, than such a foolish traveller? We have heard of one, who, going into a tavern, ordered according to his wildest wishes, and feasted sumptuously on the best the house afforded, hour after hour; but when the host came with the bill, he told him that he had no money, and had quite forgotten the reckoning, thinking it quite enough to attend to the eating and drinking while these were the order of the day, without perplexing himself about the unknown future. Alas! my hearer, are you living in this inn of life, forgetting the reckoning? Do you go from cup to cup, from merriment to merriment, feasting as though there were no day of account appointed for you? If so, are you a fool or a knave, or both? For a man who would enjoy life, and yet shirk the account of his responsibilities with which the scene must close, is either foolish, or knavish, or both. Surely, since we must die, since “there is no discharge in this war,” since every man must be a conscript to the army of death, since, whether it is tomorrow or the next day, or in a few years time, every one of us must pass through the iron gate, it behooves us, knowing the fact, to take it into our account, to be diligent in forestalling its demands, and providing for its emergencies. And yet I should not wonder if many here almost shudder at the subject which I am now introducing, so unaccustomed are they to it; or, if they listen to it, they consider it to be specially applicable to those by whom they are surrounded, but they fail to see its application to themselves. Young’s verse is true—

   All men think all men mortal but themselves.

They regard others as having death written upon their brow, but they imagine that they at least shall last for years to come. They will not dare to say that they are immortal, yet alas! they act as if they thought they were so; and trifling away year after year, allow life itself to disappear without improvement. I implore all honest and wise hearts at this hour to reflect upon their latter end. Prepare now so that you may be ready when the final summons shall be sounded, and may God grant you grace that the words of this morning may be made helpful for your preparations.

2. Balaam, though a base man, was no fool. He had thoughts of death. He did not shut his eyes to what he did not like. He believed that he should die, and he had desires about it; and though those desires were never realised, but the very opposite, yet he had wit enough to gaze upon the tents of God’s chosen Israel, and to say from his heart, “Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his!”

3. I shall regard this exclamation as having in it a double wish: first, a wish concerning death, and secondly, a wish concerning what comes after death. When these have been spoken upon as the Holy Spirit may help me, I shall try to make some practical use of it all.

4. I. First, dear friends, BALAAM’S WISH CONCERNING DEATH.

5. He anxiously desired that he might die such a death as the righteous die. Truly we commend his choice, for, in the first place, it must, at the least, be as well with the righteous man when he comes to die, as with any other man. By the righteous man we mean the man who has believed in Jesus, and so has been covered with Christ’s righteousness, and washed in his most precious blood, and moreover, has by the power of the Holy Spirit received a new heart, a righteous heart, so that his actions are righteous both towards God and man. Such a man being righteous by faith in Jesus Christ to perfect justification, and righteous also in act and spirit through sanctification of the Holy Spirit, is alone the truly righteous man. Such a man must be right at last, and this you will see clearly by the following story. A certain carping infidel, after having argued with a poor countryman who knew the faith, but who knew little else, said to him, “Well, Hodge, you really are so stupid that there is no use arguing with you, I cannot get you out of this absurd religion of yours.” “Ah! well,” said Hodge, “I dare say I am stupid, master, but do you know we poor people like to have two strings for our bow?” “Well,” said the critic, “what do you mean by that?” “Master, I will show you. Suppose it should all turn out as you say; suppose there is no God, and there is no hereafter, do you not see I am as well off as you are? Certainly, it will not be any worse for me than it will be for you, if both of us get annihilated. But do not you see if it should happen to be true as I believe, what will become of you?” Clearly in either case it must be right with the righteous; for if he should have ignorantly received a cunningly devised fable, yet, since according to his own experience, it makes him a better and a happier man. So far so good—he is no loser here; and he will be certainly at the last in no worse a position than the man who rejected the holy and comforting influences of what he called a deception. While, if the religion of Jesus should be true—ah! ghastly IF for you who doubt it!—if it should all be true, ah! then your weeping and your wailing at the discovery will be a terrible contrast to the joy and the glory which God has reserved for those who love him. Upon the very worst possible outcome it will be well with the righteous, as well, at any rate, as with the best of other men.

6. There is this to be said for the righteous man: he goes to his deathbed with a quiet conscience. It has been clearly ascertained that in the event of death, the mind is frequently quickened to a high degree of activity, so that it thinks more perhaps in the course of five minutes than it could have done in the course of years at other times. People who have been rescued from drowning, have said that they imagined themselves to have been weeks in the water, for the thoughts, the many views and visions, the long and detailed retrospect seemed to them to have required weeks, and yet everything transpired in a few seconds. Frequently towards the last, the soul travels at express speed, traversing its past life as though it rode upon the lightning. Ah! then how blessed is that man who, looking back upon the past, can see many things of which conscience can approve! and how accursed must that man’s deathbed be who has to look back upon a youth spent in folly, a middle life of sin, and an old age of iniquity! What will it be, my hearer, if, when you lie dying, there should rise up before your memory those whom you led into sin, seduced to vice, or taught in profligacy! A grim assemblage must gather around some men’s beds when guilt, like a grim chamberlain, shall usher them in one by one, and call out their names with horrible distinctness, and proclaim their doings and dealings with the wretch who shivers on the brink of death accused by so many, and unable to answer one of a thousand. I picture such a man travelling over the wastes of remorse, hounded by the wolves of his past sins, rushing with desperation into a destruction still worse than his present woe, all unable to endure the horrible baying of his old sins, much less to endure their sharper fangs when they shall tear him in pieces, and there shall be no one to deliver. But the righteous man knows that though his sins were as scarlet, they have been made white as wool through the precious blood of Christ; and moreover, by the power of the Holy Spirit, his life has been kept from the vices of the world, and he has been enabled to serve his Lord; this surely must help to soften the pillow of his deathbed. He remembers those holy days of sacred worship, those gatherings around the family altar, that child taught to pray, that young man won from folly and led in the paths of righteousness; above all, he remembers the love visits which the Lord Jesus has paid to his favoured soul; and so, perfectly at peace, forgiving all men their offences as he desires to be forgiven, and conscious that his Father has forgiven him, he can sleep upon his deathbed as softly as on the quietest night of his life. “Let me,” in this sense, “die the death of the righteous.”

7. Again, the righteous man, when he dies, does not lose his all. With every other man the sound of “earth to earth, dust to dust, and ashes to ashes,” is the end of present seeming wealth and the beginning of eternal and real poverty. But the Christian is not made a bankrupt by the grave: death to him is gain. “Go,” said the dying Saracen hero, Saladin, “take this winding sheet, and as soon as I expire, bear it on a lance through all the streets, and let the herald cry as he holds aloft the ensign of death, ‘This is all that is left of Saladin, the conqueror of the East.’” He need not have said so if he had been a Christian, for the believer’s heritage is not torn from him, but opened up to him by the rough hand of death. The world to come and all its infinite riches and blessedness are ours in the moment of departure. It is written upon the tomb of Cyrus, “Stranger, here lies Cyrus, who gave the empire to the Persians; do not begrudge him the little earth that covers him.” But the Christian does not lie there under the tombstone; he is not here, for he is risen. He has left his poor worn clothes here to be washed, and cleansed, and purified; and by and by, when they are whiter than any fuller can make them, he will come to take his clothes again; but meanwhile the Christian is not buried here, nor is the tomb his sole possession; his treasure is in heaven, and he is gone where his wealth is stored. Who would not wish to die a death which would be a gain for him? Are not some of you conscious that death would be a horrible loss for you? It would seal up for ever all the outlets of your present mirth, and all the sources of your present joy. Alas for you! For the day of the Lord for you will be darkness and not light!

8. “Let me die the death of the righteous” may well be our wish, because he dies with a good hope. Peering into eternity, with eyes marvellously strengthened, the believer frequently beholds even while he is yet below, something of the glory which is to be revealed in him. Have you never heard the songs of dying women, and seen their glowing countenances as they thought they could hear the angels, and all but see the invisible glory? Have you never seen their beaming eyes and heard their memorable words, so rich, so original, so quaint, so wet with the dew of heaven, that they could not have borrowed them? I have heard ignorant, unlettered people say in their dying moments, words which were worthy of the most refined poetry. Have you never seen the grayheaded man who, in his weakness, had come to talk as a child, suddenly clothed with patriarchal dignity, as, stretching out his bony hand, he has exclaimed, “Yes, although I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for you are with me; your rod and your staff comfort me?” It is sweet to die with Canaan’s happy land in view—to melt into eternal bliss, as the twilight of the morning melts into opening day. It must be a dreary thing to die believing in annihilation, or expecting a doom still worse. My hearer, will this be your death? Will you hear the warning cry of the angel: “One woe is past; and, behold, there come two more woes?” Death is past, but the judgment and the pit are yet to come. May God forbid that such horrors should freeze the genial current of my soul, but may eternal bliss be my prospect from the top of my expiring Pisgah. Let me die as the Christian whose eye is resplendent with visions of light, and whose heart is fired with the confidence of seeing his Redeemer and being made like him, to dwell with him world without end!

9. Moreover, beloved, the believer dies in the arms of a friend. I do not say in the arms of a mortal friend, for it has fallen to the lot of some Christians to be burnt at the stake; and some of them have rotted to death in dungeons; but yet I will repeat it, every believer dies in the arms of a friend; the best of friends, the friend who sticks closer than a brother. Precious is communion with the Son of God, and never more so than when it is enjoyed upon the verge of heaven.

   Jesus can make a dying bed
   Feel soft as downy pillows are,
   While on his breast I lean my head,
   And breathe my life out sweetly there.

10. Jesus is a friend who is most practically friendly, for the righteous man, in the most calm and businesslike manner, leaves his wife and his children in the hands of God, and quotes the promise, “Leave your fatherless children, and let your widows trust in me.” He would gladly live perhaps to comfort the partner of his bosom a little longer, and to see the children of their mutual love brought up to riper manhood, but since he must go, how often does God enable him to forget all care, to cast it so completely into the hands of Christ, that he sings, “All is well!” I have sometimes heard from dying saints sentences like these, “My business is all settled, I never want to hear again of the stock, of the farm, or of the shop, or of the family, I have put it all away; God will provide for those I have left behind, and I have nothing now to do except just to hear the summons, ‘Come up higher,’ and then to enter into my Father’s house.” My hearers, I am not giving you an exaggerated picture; I am not telling you some wondrous stories of remarkable departures, but I am telling you what is the common way of the dying of the righteous, which I trust commends itself to your conscience as being naturally what righteous men might expect to feel when returning to their God. The Christian dies in peace, and often in triumph. According to the state of his body, or the disease by which he may be taken, his feelings will vary between peace and triumph. Sometimes the death scene is still as a summer’s evening, and the Christian crosses the Jordan almost dryshod; or if there is a storm, and Jordan overflows its banks, the believer resting upon the everlasting arm, feels the bottom of the river and finds it good. At times, however, God has been pleased to give to his people grace to mount to heaven in a chariot of fiery joy, so that their deathbed has been a throne, and their bedroom a palace of glory. These instances are not uncommon, they are probably the rule; but in all cases there is a strong, deep current of pure and precious peace, which glides along the valley of death shade, and makes glad the follower of the Lamb—“Let me die the death of the righteous,” for such dying is the dawn of bliss, the foretaste of immortal glory.

11. Lastly, when the good man dies, he dies with honour. Who cares for the death of the wicked? A few mourning friends lament for a little time, but they almost feel it to be a relief within a day or two that such a one is gone. As for the righteous, when he dies there is weeping and mourning for him. Like Stephen, devout men carry him to the sepulchre, and make great lamentation over him. See the funeral of the weeds? They are hurried up in heaps, they are thrown over the garden wall, they are burned immediately, and no one regrets them; they were no blessing in living, they are no lamentation in dying. Did you ever see the funeral of the wheat, if such I may call it? Here come the golden sheaves. The wagon is heavy with the precious load: on the top stands one who gives a cheery note; and all around the harvest men and village maidens dance or shout for joy as they bring home the sheaves of golden grain to the garner. Let me be gathered home with the triumphant funeral of the wheat which man values, garnered by angels, housed with songs of saintly spirits, and not cast away as a reprobate and worthless thing, like the weeds of which men are thankful to be rid of. May it be yours and mine, when we depart, to be remembered by those whom we have helped in their need, whom we instructed in their ignorance, whom we comforted in their distress! May we not depart from this world shaken off from it, as Paul shook the viper from his hand, but may our ashes be gathered up as sacred dust, precious in the sight of the Lord. Let me, in that sense and every other, “die the death of the righteous.”

12. I need not tarry long on this point. Any one of these suggestions might suffice to incite, even in such a man as Balaam, a desire to “die the death of the righteous.” Surely it will kindle in you the same longings.

13. II. Balaam spoke concerning the godly man, of HIS LAST END.

14. I do not know that this wicked prophet, whose eyes were once opened, knew anything about this latter end, as I shall interpret it; but you and I do know, and so let us use his words, if not his thoughts. We do not believe that death is the last end of men. Those who do believe it are welcome to their belief. We certainly shall not wish to deprive them of it. When a dog has his bone, let him keep it; we do not envy his enjoyment. If ungodly men delight in the thought of dying like brutes, perhaps they know their own value best, and know what would be best for society if it should happen to them; so they, having made their choice, shall keep it if they wish. As for us, we believe ourselves to be immortal; that God has endowed us with a spiritual nature, which shall outlive the sun, outlast the stars, and go on for all eternity. God has ordained the life of souls to be like the years of God’s right hand, like the days of the Most High. Now, I can well believe that most of us wish that our position after death may be like that of the righteous. The first consideration in death is that the spirit is disembodied. What a spirit is like without a body you and I cannot guess: it is, of course, not a thing to be seen, or heard, or touched, or handled; it is quite out of the realm of materialism, and quite beyond the reach of the senses. Yet you and I are conscious that there is an immaterial something within us infinitely more precious than these poor clay hands, and feet, and eyes of ours. This immaterial something will leave the body, and it will be naked; not a thing to be desired, for even Paul says, “Not that we would be unclothed”; he did not desire the disembodied state for its own sake, nor should we. Those disembodied saints who are now in heaven are happy, perfectly happy concerning their souls, but they, concerning their manhood, are not yet made perfect. They without us, the apostle says, cannot be made perfect; until we are all gathered in, and the resurrection day comes, they are without bodies; and are, as it were, only half men: all the powers they have are full of happiness, but they are waiting for the adoption, to wit, the redemption of the body, which will be at the second coming of the Lord Jesus Christ. But what is there desirable in the state of the Christian when his spirit is disembodied? I should desire to be like a Christian in the disembodied state, because he will not be altogether in a new and strange world. Some of you have never exercised your spirits at all about the spirit world. You have talked with thousands of people in bodies, but you have never spoken with spiritual beings; to you the realm of spirit is all unknown; but let me tell you, Christians are in the daily habit of communing with the spirit world, by which I mean that their souls converse with God; their spirits are affected by the Holy Spirit; they have fellowship with angels, who are ministering spirits sent out to minister to those who are the heirs of salvation. Now, when some of you enter into the spirit world, you will say, “I never was here before; this is a foreign land to me.” I can conceive that you will call for some companion. “Is there any one here with whom I have had dealings?” And there will be a voice heard, “Yes, I have often spoken to you, and you to me.” “Who is that?” It is Satan or some evil spirit with whom alone out of all spirits you have ever had communion; he will be the only friend to meet you—and what a friend! Your grim companion, your fellow sinner, and your fellow prisoner for ever! But a Christian in the disembodied state, if I may so imagine it, might cry, “Where are my friends? Have I been here before? Where are those with whom I had previous fellowship?” And a response will come from the ministering angels; there, above all, will be the blessed Spirit of God; there will be God himself, and the Spirit of the everliving Christ, all these will make up sweet company for the believer. After the soul has left the body, we believe that it at once appears before God, and receives by anticipation, what will be its final sentence. To the righteous soul there is no sleeping in the grave, no delay in purgatory before he enters into heaven. “Today you shall be with me in paradise,” is the portion of all who trust in Jesus. Now, think, dear hearer, your disembodied spirit will have to appear before the fiery eyes of God, what then is your relationship to God this morning? Why, some of you never think of him; some of you, I almost blush to say it, have cursed him to his face, and have even asked him to damn you. Ah! he will do it, unless you repent! But how delightful must it be for a man to say, “I am going up to God; he is my Father; it is no more terror for me than for a child to go home from school; I am going to my God, with whom I am reconciled by the precious blood of Jesus; I have known my God, he is no stranger to me; I saw him in Christ, and I trusted him; and all my life long I learned to see him in the works of nature: I could say of the mountains and the valleys, ‘My Father made them all.’ I was never so happy as when thoughts of God came flowing into my spirit. My spirit has dwelt with God when in the body; it is not afraid to fly up to God now that it has left the body behind it.” Surely, in the prospect of such a judgment, each man may say, “Let my last end be like his!”

15. After the judgment is pronounced, the disembodied spirit dwells in heaven. Some of you could not be happy if you were allowed to enter that heaven. If you could be admitted between those pearly gates which for ever exclude pollution, sin, and shame, you could not be happy there. Shall I tell you why? It is a land of spirit, and you have neglected your spirit; some of you even deny that you have a spirit, and I do not wonder that you say so, because I do not suppose that you have ever exercised it; but let a man who has delighted to commune with the Holy Spirit enter into the spirit world, and he will be in his element! Besides, the world to come is a holy world; the engagements of disembodied spirits are all pure and lovely. What will that man do who loved drunkenness, who indulged in unclean habits? He will be out of his element. If he could be in heaven, as Whitfield used to say, he would ask God to let him out, and would run into hell for shelter, for heaven would be a dreadful place for an ungodly man. There is a dream which is told (I do not relate it for the dream, but for its moral) of a young woman who imagined that she was in heaven unconverted, and thought she saw upon the pavement of transparent gold, multitudes of spirits dancing to the sweetest music. She stood still, unhappy, motionless, silent, and when the King said to her, “Why do you not partake in the joy?” she answered, “I cannot join in the dance, for I do not know the measure; I cannot join in the song, for I do not know the tune”; then he said in a voice of thunder, “What are you doing here?” And she thought herself to be cast out for ever. Ah, dear hearer! heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people. If you do not learn heaven’s language on earth you cannot learn it in the world to come. If you are not holy you cannot be with holy saints. What a misery would it be for you to be always with those who are praising and serving God if you know nothing about his love. If you have never praised him on earth, you will not readily take to it there. You would be strangers in a strange land. Ah! do not trouble yourselves, that shall never be your portion. “Unless a man is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God,” much less can he ever enter there.

16. After awhile our bodies will be raised again; the soul will reenter the body; for Christ has not only bought the souls of his people, but their bodies too. Think of that tremendous day, when the trump shall be heard, shrill as a clarion, ringing through earth, and heaven, and hell, “Awake, you dead! awake, you dead! and come to judgment! come to judgment, come away!” Then the bodies of the wicked will spring up. I do not know in what shapes of dread they will arise, nor how they will appear. What forms of ghastliness they will put on; what horrors will wreathe their brows, I cannot tell; but this I know, that when the righteous shall rise they will be glorious like the Lord Jesus; they shall have all the loveliness which heaven itself can give them. Their body here is only a shrivelled grain sown in the earth; their next body will be even much more glorious than the sweetest flower of spring is fairer than the shrivelled seed that was buried in the ground. It will be a glorious body, raised in honour, raised in power, raised no more to die. Oh, glorious hour! “I know that my Redeemer lives, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after worms destroy the skin of my body, yet in my flesh I shall see God: whom I shall see for myself, and my eyes shall behold, and not another.” Would you not wish to rise in the image of Christ as the righteous will? Remember you must rise from the grave very much what you are when you were put into it. I think I see a perfect model of a city before me, containing all that is to be built. Here I see a temple of alabaster, and there a dunghill. The architect is asked to produce on the largest scale, in the purest marble, that city as modeled before him. Rest assured that he will produce the temple as a temple, only far more splendid, and the dunghill as a dunghill, only ten thousand times more loathsome. Now, which are you in that model? For this life is a model of the life to come, and it is written, “He who is filthy, let him be filthy still, and he who is holy, let him be holy still.” Ah! my hearer, you may well wish to be holy here, so that you may be holy there; to be pure here, so that you may be pure there; to be Godlike on earth, so that you may be Godlike in heaven. “Let my last end be like that of the righteous.” Let me wave the palm branch of victory; let me wear the crown of triumph; let me be clothed with the fair white linen of immaculate perfection; let me cast my crown before Jehovah’s feet; let me swell the everlasting song; let my voice sing in that eternal chorus, “Hallelujah, Hallelujah, the Lord God omnipotent reigns!” Oh! how I will sing! how sweetly shall my voice be attuned to notes of gratitude! how my heart will dance with ecstasy before that throne! “Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be like his!”

17. III. Since this is the last occasion of my preaching in this great hall, I shall venture to trespass a little longer; and on the third point I shall most earnestly ask your solemn attention for a few minutes longer. We have to make A PRACTICAL USE OF IT ALL.

18. See the vanity of mere desires. Balaam desired to die the death of the righteous, and yet was slain in battle fighting against those righteous men whom he envied. There is an old proverb which says, “Wishers and woulders make bad housekeepers”; and another which declares, “Wishing never filled a sack.” I commend the pith of those proverbs to you now. Mere desiring to die the death of the righteous, though it may be natural, will be exceedingly unprofitable. I beseech you, do not stop there. Have you never heard the old classic story of those ancient Gauls who, having once drunk the sweet wines of Italy, constantly, as they smacked their lips, said one to another, “Where is Italy?” And when their leaders pointed to the gigantic Alps crowned with snow, they said, “Can we not cross them?” Every time they tasted the wine the question was asked, “Where is Italy? and can we not reach it?” This was good plain sense. So they put on their war harness, and marched to old Rome to fight for the wines of Italy. So, my brother, every time you hear of heaven, I should like you, with Gothic ardour, to say, “Where is it? for I would gladly go.” And happy I should be if men here would put on the harness of the Christian, and say, “Through floods and flames for such a conquest, to drink of such well refined wines, we would gladly go to the battle so that we may win the victory.” Oh, the folly of those who, knowing and desiring this, yet spend their strength for nothing! The Roman Emperor outfitted a great expedition and sent it to conquer Britain. The valiant legionaries leaped ashore, and each man gathered a handful of shells, and went back to his barque again—that was all. Some of you are equally foolish. You are outfitted by God for great endeavours and lofty enterprises, and you are gathering shells: your gold and your silver, your houses and your lands—they are mere empty shells—and you let go of heaven and everlasting life. Like Nero, you send to Alexandria for sand for your amusements, and do not send for wheat for your starving souls. Oh fools and slow of heart, when shall God, who gave you souls, give those souls wisdom so that you may seek after the true treasure, the real pearl, the heavenly riches? “Well,” cries one, “how is heaven to be obtained?” It is to be had only by a personal seeking after it. I have read of one who, when drowning, saw the rainbow in the heavens. Picture him as he sinks; he looks up, and there if he sees the many coloured rainbow, he may think to himself, “There is God’s covenant sign that the world shall never be drowned, and yet here I am drowning in this river.” So it is with you. There is the arch of God’s promise over you, “God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life,” and yet, because you do not believe in him, you will be drowned in your sins. “I would gladly enlist then,” one says, “in the army of Christ, and fight for heaven.” Come on, then, I am Christ’s enlisting officer today. “What am I to give?” one says. Give! give nothing. “But I have many good works.” These are not to be brought as a price for heaven. “I have my prayers, and my tears of repentance.” These cannot avail meritoriously; if you want to be a Christian, you must come to Christ with an empty hand. You know how the recruiting sergeant makes a soldier: not by asking the man to give him something, but by getting him to take the Queen’s shilling. Take Christ—that is God’s enlisting money—and you are enlisted. Do not bring anything, but take the water of life freely. If you will trust the Lord Jesus, and take him to be your salvation, you are then enlisted as a soldier of Jesus. Oh! may you have grace to do that! But remember, all soldiers have to fight. One of the first things you will have to do, if you become a Christian, is to carry a cross. Ah! you do not like it. “His yoke is easy, and his burden is light”; take it upon you: and yet to carnal shoulders the cross is very galling, and nothing except grace can make it light. You will have to give up your sins; you will have to give up your empty pleasures; after this you will have to bear witness for Christ before a crooked and perverse generation. Do not think to be Christ’s soldier, and yet not wear his livery. No; you must put on his regimentals; you must wear his crest—his crest is the cross; you must take his shield, the shield of faith; and his sword, which is the sword of the Spirit, the word of God, and resting alone on him, depending alone upon his merit, you shall certainly win the victory.

19. My brethren, what a blessing it will be if you and I shall ever reach the land of triumph. You remember Bunyan’s picture. He says he saw a beautiful palace, and as he looked up he could hear happy spirits singing on the top. They walked in white, clad in royal robes; and as he heard them singing, he longed to be with them. Going up to the door, he noticed that it was guarded by armed men, a great host, with pikes, and halberds, and swords, pushing back all who desired to come. Presently he saw a man of bold countenance, covered with armour, go up to a man who sat at a table with a writer’s inkhorn; and he heard him say, “Write down my name, sir”: and as soon as the name was written down, the man drew his sword, and began to hack and hew right and left, cutting himself a way right through the midst of his enemies. After being covered with sweat and blood, and many wounds, he at length forced an entrance; and Bunyan says, “I heard them sweetly sing at the top, ‘Come in! come in! eternal glory you shall win.’” I am this morning the man with the writer’s inkhorn. Is there anyone here who will say, “Write down my name, sir.” I trust it will be so. I trust the Holy Spirit will win your hearts for Jesus, so that you will rest in him alone; but the moment your name is down, remember then the battle begins; then, with your sword drawn, you must begin to contend with your besetting sins; you must be finished with your old ways, and must fight against them. You will have to cut as never a soldier did, for you will have to wound yourself: it will be your own arms and eyes that will have to be given up, your own sins that will have to be slain. But, oh, the victory will make amends for it all! It was only the other day that on this floor men wrestled for the mastery—a dangerous sport in which few of us would like to take a share—but I do not doubt that to those who gained the victory, the victory seemed an ample compensation. Certainly to Rome’s old legionaries, when they rode through the streets, and all the people climbed to the very chimney tops to see them ride the streets of Rome, it was enough reward for all their hardships; but the triumphs of heaven, the shouts of angels, the songs of the redeemed, the hallelujahs, the bliss for ever, the glory without end, oh! those will be an abundant reward for the humble followers of the Lamb. Be of good courage, my brethren. Follow the Captain of your salvation! Forward to the fight, to the victory, and to the crown! And may the Lord so bless you, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.

[Portion of Scripture Read Before Sermon—Psalms 73:1-20 Revelation 7:9-17]

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