“He only is my rock and my salvation.” Psalm 62:2
How noble a title. So sublime, suggestive, and overpowering. “MY
ROCK.” It is a figure so divine, that to God alone shall it ever be applied.
Look on yon rocks and wonder at their antiquity, for from their summits a
thousand ages look down upon us. When this gigantic city was as yet
unfounded they were grey with age; when our humanity had not yet
breathed the air, ‘tis said that these were ancient things; they are the
children of departed ages. With awe we look upon these aged rocks, for
they are among nature’s first-born. You discover, embedded in their
bowels, the remnants of unknown worlds, of which, the wise may guess,
but which, nevertheless, they must fail to know, unless God himself should
teach them what hath been before them. You regard the rock with
reverence, for you remember what stories it might tell, if it had a voice; of
how through igneous and aqueous agency, it has been tortured into the
shape it now assumes. Even so is our God pre-eminently ancient. His head
and his hair are white like wool, as white as snow, for he is “the ancient of
days,” and we are always taught in Scripture to remember, that he is
“without beginning of years.” Long ere creation was begotten, “from
everlasting to everlasting,” he was God.
“My rock!” What a history the rock might give you of the storms to which
it has been exposed; of the tempests which have raged in the ocean at its
base, and of the thunders which have disturbed the skies above its head;
while it, itself, has stood unscathed by tempests, and unmoved by the
buffettings of storms. So with our God. How firm hath he stood — how
steadfast hath he been — though the nations have reviled him, and “the
kings of the earth have taken counsel together!” By merely standing still he
hath broken the ranks of the enemy, without even stretching forth his hand!
With motionless grandeur like a rock he hath broken the waves, and
scattered the armies of his enemies, driving them back in confusion. Look
at the rock again: see how firm and unmoved it stands! It doth not stray
from place to place, but it abideth fast for evermore. Other things have
changed, islands have been drowned beneath the sea, and continents have
been shaken, but see, the rock stands as steadfast as if it were the very
foundation of the whole world and could not move till the wreck of
creation, or the loosening of the bands of nature. So with God: how
faithful he is in his promises! how unalterable in his decrees! how
unswerving! how unchanging!
The rock is immutable, nought hath been worn from it. Yon old granite
peak hath gleamed in the sun, or worn the white veil of winter snow — it
hath sometimes worshipped God with bare uncovered head, and at other
times the clouds furnished it with veiling wings, that like a cherub, it might
adore its Maker; but yet itself hath stood unchanged. The frosts of winter
have not destroyed it, nor have the heats of summer melted it. It is the
same with God. Lo, he is my rock, he is the same, and his kingdom shall
have no end. Unchangeable he is in his being, firm in his own sufficiency;
he keeps himself immutably the same; and “therefore ye sons of Jacob are
not consumed.” The ten thousand uses of the rock, moreover, are full of
ideas as to what God is. You see the fortress standing on a high rock, up
which the clouds themselves can scarcely climb, and up whose precipices
the assault cannot be carried, and the armed cannot travel, for the besieged
laugh at them from their eminence. So is our God a sure defense and we
shall not be moved if he hath “set our feet upon a rock, and established our
goings.” Many a giant rock is a source of admiration from its elevation; for
on its summit we can see the world outspread below, like some small map;
we mark the river or broadly spreading stream, as if it were a vein of silver
inlaid in emerald. We discover the nations beneath our feet, “like drops in a
bucket,” and the islands are “very little things” in the distance, while the
sea itself seems but a basin of water, held in the hand of a mighty giant.
The mighty God is such a rock; we stand on him, and look down on the
world, counting it to be a mean thing. We have climbed to Pisgah’s top,
from the summit of which we can race across this world of storms and
troubles to the bright land of spirits — that world unknown to ear or eye,
but which God’s truth revealed to us by the Holy Ghost. This mighty rock
is our refuge, and it is our high observatory, from which we see the unseen,
and have the evidence of things which as yet, we have not enjoyed. I need
not, however, stop to tell you all about a rock, we might preach for a week
upon it, but we give you that for your meditatation during the week. “He is
my rock.” How glorious a thought! How safe am I, and how secure: and
how may I rejoice in the fact, that when I wade through Jordan’s stream he
will be my rock! I shall not walk upon a slippery foundation, but I shall
tread on him who cannot betray my feet; and I may sing, when I am dying,
“He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.”
We now leave the thought of the rock, and proceed to the subject of our
discourse, which is this: that God alone is the salvation of his people.
“He ONLY is my rock and my salvation.”
We shall notice, first, the great doctrine, that God only is our salvation;
secondly, the great experience, to know and to learn that “he only is my
rock and my salvation; and, thirdly, the great duty, which you may guess
at, which is, to give all the glory and all the honor, and place all our faith
on him who “only is our rock and our salvation.”
I. The first thing is, THE GREAT DOCTRINE. — that God “only is our rock
and our salvation.” If any one should ask us what we would choose for our
motto, as preachers of the gospel we think we should reply, “God only is
our salvation.” The late lamented Mr. Denham has put at the foot of his
portrait, a most admirable text, “Salvation is of the Lord.” Now, that is just
an epitome of Calvinism, it is the sum and the substance of it. If any one
should ask you what you mean by a Calvinist, you may reply, “He is one
who says, salvation is of the Lord.” I cannot find in Scripture any other
doctrine than this. It is the essence of the Bible. He only is my rock and my
salvation.” Tell me anything that departs from this and it will be a heresy,
tell me a heresy, and I shall find its essence here, that it has departed from
this great, this fundamental, this rocky truth, “God is my rock and my
salvation.” What is the heresy of Rome, but the addition of something to
the perfect merits of Jesus Christ — the bringing in of the works of the
flesh, to assist in our justification? and what is that heresy of Arminianism
but the secret addition of something to the complete work of the
Redeemer? You will find that every heresy, if brought to the touchstone,
will discover itself here, it departs from this “He only is my rock and my
salvation.”
Let us now explain this doctrine fully. By the term “salvation” here, I
understand not simply regeneration and conversion, but something more. I
do not reckon that to be salvation which regenerates me, and then puts me
in such a position that I may fall out of the covenant and be lost; I cannot
call that a bridge which only goes half-way over the stream, I cannot call
that salvation, which does not carry me all the way to heaven, wash me
perfectly clean, and put me among the glorified who sing constant
hosannahs around the throne. By salvation, then if I may divide it into
parts, I understand deliverance, preservation continually through life,
sustentation, and the gathering up of the whole in the perfecting of the
saints in the person of Jesus Christ at last.
1. By salvation, I understand deliverance from the house of bondage,
wherein by nature I am born, and being brought out into the liberty
wherewith Christ makes us free, together with a putting “on a rock, and
establishing my goings.” This I understand to be wholly of God. And I
think I am right in that conclusion, because I find in Scripture that man is
dead; and how can a dead man assist in his own resurrection? I find that
man is utterly depraved, and hates the divine change. How can a man, then,
work that change which he himself hates, I find man to be ignorant of what
it is to be born again, and like Nicodemus, asking the foolish question,
“How can a man enter again into his mother’s womb, and be born?” I
cannot conceive that a man can do that which he does not understand: and
if he does not know what it is to be born again, he cannot make himself to
be born again. No. I believe man to be utterly powerless in the first work of
his salvation. He cannot break his chains, for they be not chains of iron, but
chains of his own flesh and blood, he must first break his own heart before
he can break the fetters that bind him. And how should man break his own
heart? What hammer is that which I can use upon my own soul to break it,
or what fire can I kindle which can dissolve it? Nay, deliverance is of God
alone. The doctrine is affirmed continually in Scripture; and he who doth
not believe it doth not receive God’s truth. Deliverance is of God alone;
“Salvation is of the Lord.”
2. And if we are delivered and made alive in Christ, still preservation is of
the Lord alone. If I am prayerful, God makes me prayerful: if I have
graces, God gives me graces; if I have fruits, God gives me fruits; if I hold
on in a consistent life, God holds me on in a consistent life. I do nothing
whatever towards my own preservation, except what God himself first
does in me. Whatever I have, all my goodness is of the Lord alone.
Wherein I sin, that is my own, but wherein I act rightly, that is of God,
wholly and completely. If I have repulsed an enemy, his strength nerved my
arm. Did I strike a foeman to the ground? His strength sharpened my
sword and gave me courage to strike the blow. Do I preach his word? It is
not I, but grace that is in me? Do I live to God a holy life? It is not I, but
Christ that liveth in me? Am I sanctified? I did not sanctify myself, God’s
Holy Spirit sanctifies me. Am I weaned from the world? I am weaned by
God’s chastisements. Do I grow in knowledge? The great Instructor
teaches me. I find in God all I want; but I find in myself nothing. “He only
is my rock and my salvation.”
3. And again: sustentation also is absolutely requisite. We need
sustentation in providence for our bodies, and sustentation in grace for our
souls. Providential mercies are wholly from the Lord. It is true the rain falls
from heaven, and waters the earth, and “maketh it bring forth and bud that
there may be seed for the sower, and bread for the eater;” but out of whose
hand cometh the rain, and from whose fingers do the dew drops distil? It is
true, the sun shines, and makes the plants grow, and bud, and bring forth
the blossom, and his heat ripens the fruit upon the tree; but who gives the
sun his light, and who scatters the genial heat from him? It is true, I work
and toil, this brow sweats; these hands are weary; I cast myself upon my
bed, and there I rest, but I do not “sacrifice to mine own drag,” nor do I
ascribe my preservation to my own might. Who makes these sinews
strong? who makes these lungs like iron, and who makes these nerves of
steel? “God only is the rock of my salvation.” He only is the salvation of
my body and the salvation of my soul. Do I feed on the word? That word
would be no food for me unless the Lord made it food for my soul, and
helped me to feed upon it. Do I live on the manna which comes down from
heaven? What is that manna, but Jesus Christ himself incarnate, whose
body and whose blood I eat and drink. Am I continually receiving fresh
increase of might? Where do I gather my might? My salvation is of him:
without him I can do nothing. As a branch cannot bring forth fruit except it
abide in the vine, no more can I except I abide in him.
4. Then if we gather the three thoughts in one. The perfection we shall
soon have, when we shall stand yonder, near God’s throne, will be wholly
of the Lord. That bright crown which shall sparkle on our brow, like a
constellation of brilliant stars, shall have been fashioned only by our God. I
go to a land, but it is a land which the plough of earth hath never upturned,
though it be greener than earth’s best pastures, and though it be richer than
all her harvests ever saw. I go to a building of more gorgeous architecture
than man hath builded; it is not of mortal architecture; it is “a house not
made with hands, eternal in the heavens.” All I shall know in heaven, will
be given by the Lord; and I shall say, when at last I appear before him, —
“Grace all the work shall crown
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.”
II. And now, beloved, we come to THE GREAT EXPERIENCE. The greatest
of all experience, I take it, is to know that “he only is our rock and our
salvation.” We have been insisting upon a doctrine; but doctrine is nothing
unless proved in our experience. Most of God’s doctrines are only to be
learned by practice — by taking them out into the world, and letting them
bear the wear and tear of life. If I ask any Christian in this place whether
this doctrine is true, if he has had any deep experience, he will reply, “True
I ay, that it is; not one word in God’s Bible is more true than that, for
indeed salvation is of God alone.” “He only is my rock and my salvation.”
But, beloved, it is very hard to have such an experimental knowledge of the
doctrine that we never depart from it. It is very hard to believe that
“salvation is of the Lord.” There are times when we put our confidence in
something else but God, and sin by linking hand-in-hand with God —
something besides him. Let me now dwell a little upon the experience
which will bring us to know that salvation is of God alone.
The true Christian will confess that salvation is of God alone effectively;
that is, that “he works in him to will and to do of his own pleasure.”
Looking back on my past life, I can see that the dawning of it all was of
God; of God effectively. I took no torch with which to light the sun, but
the sun did light me. I did not commence my spiritual life — no, I rather
kicked and struggled against the things of the Spirit: when he drew me, for
a time, I did not run after him there was a natural hatred in my soul of
everything holy and good. Wooings were lost upon me — warnings were
cast to the wind — thunders were despised; and as for the whispers of his
love, they were rejected as being less than nothing and vanity. But, sure I
am, I can say now, speaking on behalf of myself, and of all who know the
Lord, “He only is my salvation, and your salvation too.” It was he who
turned your heart, and brought you down on your knees. You can say in
very deed, then —
“Grace taught my soul to pray,
Grace made my eyes o’erflow.”
And coming to this moment, you can say, —
“’Tis grace has kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.”
I remember, when I was coming to the Lord, I thought I was doing it all
myself and though I sought the Lord earnestly, I had no idea the Lord was
seeking me. I do not think the young convert is at first aware of this. One
day when was sitting in the house of God, I was not thinking much about
the man’s sermon for I did not believe it. The thought struck me, “How did
you come to be a Christian?” I sought the Lord. “But how did you come to
seek the Lord?” The thought flashed across my mind in a moment — I
should not have sought him unless there had been some previous influence
in my mind to make me seek him. I am sure you will not be many weeks a
Christian, certainly not many months, before you will say, “I ascribe my
change wholly to God.” I desire to make this my constant confession. I
know there are some who preach one gospel in the morning, and another at
night — who preach a good sound gospel in the morning, because they are
preaching to saints, but preach falsehood in the evening, because they are
preaching to sinners. But there is no necessity to preach truth at one time
and falsehood at another. “The word of the Lord is perfect, converting the
soul.” There is no need to put anything else in it, in order to bring sinners
to the Savior. But, my brothers, you must confess that “Salvation is of the
Lord.” When you turn back to the past, you must say, “My Lord, whatever
I have, thou gavest it me. Have I the wings of faith? I was a wingless
creature once. Have I the eyes of faith? I was a blind creature once; I was
dead, till thou madest me alive, blind, till thou openedst my eyes, my heart
was a loathsome dunghill, but thou puttest pearls there, if pearls there be,
for pearls are not the produce of dung hills, thou hast given me all I have.”
And so, if you look at the present, if your experience be that of a child of
God, you will trace all to him; not only all you have had in the past, but all
you have now. Here you are, sitting in your pew this morning, now, I just
want you to review where you stand. Beloved, do you think you would be
where you are now if it were not for divine grace? Only think what a
strong temptation you had yesterday; they did “consuls to cast you down
from your excellency,” perhaps you were served like I am sometimes. The
devil sometimes seems to drag me right to the edge of a precipice of sin by
a kind of enchantment, making me forget the danger by the sweetness
which surrounds it; and just when he would push me down, I see the
yawning gulph beneath me, and some strong hand put out, and I hear a
voice, saying, “I will preserve him from going down into the pit; I have
found a ransom.” Do you not feel, that ere this sun goes down you will be
damned, if grace does not keep you? Have you anything good in your heart
that grace did not give you? If I thought I had a grace that did not come
from God, I would trample it beneath my feet, as not being a godly virtue;
I would guess it to be but a counterfeit, for it could not be right if it did not
come from the mint of glory. It may look ever so much like the right thing,
but it is certainly bad unless it came from God. Christian! canst thou say, of
all things past and present, “He only is my rook and my salvation?”
And now look forward to the future. Man! think how many enemies thou
hast; how many rivers thou hast to cross, how many mountains to climb,
how many dragons to fight, how many lions’ teeth to escape, how many
fires to pass through, how many floods to wade. What thinkest thou man?
Can thy salvation be of anything except of God! Oh! if I had not that
everlasting arm to lean upon, I would cry, “Death! hurl me anywhere;
anywhere out of the world.” If I had not that one hope, that one trust, bury
me ten thousand fathoms deep beneath creation, where my being might be
forgotten! Oh! put me far away, for I am miserable if I have not God to
help me all my journey through. Are you strong enough to fight with one
of your enemies without your God? I trow not. A little silly maid may cast
a Peter down, and cast you down too, if God do not keep you. I beseech
you, remember this; I hope you know it by experience in the past; but try
to remember it in the future, wherever you go, “Salvation is of the Lord.”
Do not get looking at your heart, do not get examining to see whether you
have anything to recommend you, but remember, “Salvation is of the
Lord.” “He only is my rook and my salvation.”
Effectively, it all comes of God; and I am sure we must add, meritoriously.
We have experienced that salvation is wholly of him. What merits have I?
If I were to scrape together all I ever had, and then come to you and beg
all you have got, I should not collect the value of a farthing among you all.
We have heard of some Catholic, who said that there was a balance struck
in his favor between his good works and his bad ones, and therefore he
went to heaven. But there is nothing of the sort here; I have seen many
people, many kinds of Christians, and many odd Christians, but I never yet
met with one who said he had any merits of his own when he came to close
quarters. We have heard of perfect men, and we have heard of men
perfectly foolish, and we have thought the characters perfectly alike. Have
we any merits of our own? I am sure we have not, if we have been taught
of God. Once we thought we had; but there came a man called Conviction
into our house one night, and took away our gloryings. Ah! we are vile
still. I don’t know whether Cowper said quite right, when he said, —
“Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot
And cut up all my follies by the root
I never trusted in an arm but thine —
Nor hoped but in thy righteousness divine!”
I think he made a mistake, for most Christians get trusting in self at times,
but we are forced to own that “salvation is of the Lord,” if we consider it
meritoriously.
My dear friends, have you experienced this in your own hearts? Can you
say “amen” to that, as it goes round? Can you say, “I know that God is my
helper?” I dare say you can, most of you; but you will not say it so well as
you will by-and bye, if God teach you. We believe it, when we commence
the Christian life, we know it afterwards; and the longer we live, the more
we find it to be the truth — “Cursed is ha that trusteth in man and maketh
flesh his arm, but blessed is he who trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope
the Lord is.” In fact, the crown of Christian experience is to be delivered
from all trust in self or man, and to be brought to rely wholly and simply on
Jesus Christ. I say, Christian, thy highest and noblest experience is not to
be groaning about thy corruption, is not to be crying about thy wanderings,
but is to say —
“With all my sin, and care, and woe,
His Spirit will not let me go.”
“Lord, I believe, help thou mine unbelief.” I like what Luther says “I would
run into Christ’s arms if he had a drawn sword in his hands.” That is called
venturesome believing, but as an old divine says, there is no such thing as
venturesome believing, we cannot venture on Christ, it is no venture at all,
there is no hap-hazard in the least degree. It is a holy and heavenly
experience, when we can go to Christ, amid the storm, and say, “Oh! Jesus,
I believe I am covered by thy blood,” when we can feel ourselves to be all
over rags, and yet can say, “Lord, I believe that through Christ Jesus,
ragged though I am, I am fully absolved.” A saint’s faith is little faith when
he believes as a saint, but a sinner’s faith is true faith when he believes as a
sinner. The faith, not of a sinless being but the faith of a sinful creature —
that is the faith which delights God. Go, then Christian; ask that this may
be thy experience, to learn each day, “He only is my rock and my
salvation.”
III. And now, in the third place, we speak of THE GREAT DUTY. We have
had the great experience, now we must have the great duty.
The great duty is–it God only be our rock, and we know it, are we not
bound to put all our trust in God, to give all our love to God, to set all our
hope upon God, to spend all our life for God, and to devote our whole
being to God? If God be all I have, sure, all I have shall be God’s. If God
alone is my hope, sure, I will put all my hope upon God, if the love of God
is alone that which saves, sure he shall have my love alone. Come, let me
talk to thee, Christian, for a little while, I want to warn thee not to have
two Gods, two Christs, two friends, two husbands, two great fathers; not
to have two fountains, two rivers, two suns, or two heavens, but to have
only one. I want to bid thee now, as God hath put all salvation in himself,
to bring all thyself unto God. Come, let me talk to thee!
In the first place, Christian, never join anything with Christ. Wouldest thou
stitch thy old rags into the new garment he giveth? Wouldest thou put new
wine into old bottles? Wouldst thou put Christ and self together? Thou
mightest as well yoke an elephant and an emmet; they could never plough
together. What! wouldst thou put an archangel in the same harness with a
worm, and hope that they would drag thee through the sky! How
inconsistent! how foolish! What! thyself and Christ? Sure, Christ would
smile, nay, Christ would weep, to think of such a thing! Christ and man
together? CHRIST AND CO? No, it never shall be, he will have nothing of
the sort; he must be all. Note how inconsistent it would be to put anything
else with him; and note, again, how wrong it would be. Christ will never
bear to have anything else placed with him. He calls them adulterers and
fornicators that love anything else but him, he will have thy whole heart to
trust in him thy whole soul to love him, and thy whole life to honor him.
He will not come into thy house, till thou puttest all the keys at his girdle,
he will not allow thee to give him all the keys but one; he will not come till
thou gives him garret, parlor, drawing-room, and cellar too. He will make
thee sing —
“Yet if I might make some reserve,
And duty did not call,
I love my God with zeal so great,
That I should give him all.”
Mark thee, Christian, it is a sin to keep anything from God.
Again, Christ is very grieved if you do it. Assuredly you do not desire to
grieve him who shed his blood for you. Surely there is not one child of God
here who would like to vex his blessed elder Brother. There cannot be one
soul redeemed by blood who would like to see those sweet blessed eyes of
our best beloved bedewed with tears. I know ye will not grieve your Lord;
will ye? But I tell you ye will vex his noble spirit if ye love aught but him;
for he is so fond of you, that he is jealous of your love. It is said,
concerning his Father, that he is “a jealous God,” and he is a jealous Christ
you have to deal with; therefore, put not your trust in chariots, stay not
yourselves in horses, but say, “He only is my rock and my salvation.”
I beg thee, mark also, one reason why thou shouldest not look at anything
else, and that is, if thou lookest at anything else thou canst not see Christ
so well. “Oh!” thou sayest, “I can see Christ in his mercies.” but thou canst
not see him so well there, as if you viewed his person. No man can look at
two objects at the same time, and see both distinctly. You may afford a
wink for the world, and a wink for Christ; but you cannot give Christ a
whole look and a whole eye, and the world half an eye too. I beseech thee,
Christian, do not try it. If thou lookest on the world, it will be a speck in
thine eye, if thou trustest in anything but him, betwixt two stools thou wilt
come to the ground, and a fearful fall wilt thou have. Therefore, Christian,
look thou only on him. “He only is my rock and my salvation.”
Mark thee, again, Christian, I would bid thee never put anything else with
Christ; for as sure as ever thou dost, thou wilt have the whip for it. There
never was a child of God who harbored one of the Lord’s traitors in his
heart, but he always had a charge laid against him. God has sent out a
search warrant against all of us: and do you know what he has told his
officers to search for? He has told them to search for all our lovers, all our
treasures, and all our helpers. God cares less about our sins as sins, than he
does about our sins, or even our virtues, as usurpers of his throne. I tell
thee, there is nothing in the world thou settest thy heart upon that shall not
be hung upon a gallows higher than Haman’s. If thou lovest anything but
Christ, he will make it to do penance, if thou lovest thy house better than
Christ, he will make it a prison to thee; if thou lovest thy child better than
Christ he will make it an adder in thy breast to sting thee; if thou lovest thy
daily provisions better than Christ he will make thy drink bitter and thy
food like gravel stones in thy mouth, till thou comest to live wholly on him.
There is nothing which thou hast, which he cannot turn into a rod, if thou
lovest it better than him; and rest assured he will do so, if thou makest it
anything to rob thy Christ.
And, mark thee, once again, if thou lookest at anything save God, thou wilt
soon go into sin. There was never a man who kept his eye on anything save
Christ, who did not go wrong. If the mariner will steer by the pole-star he
shall go to the north; but if he steers sometimes by the pole-star, and
sometimes by another constellation he knoweth not where he shall go. If
thou dost not keep thine eye wholly on Christ thou wilt soon be wrong. If
thou ever dost give up the secret of thy strength, namely, thy trust in
Christ; if thou ever dalliest with the Delilah of the world, and lovest thyself
more than Christ, the Philistines will be upon thee, and shear thy locks, and
take thee out to grind at the mill, till thy God give thee deliverance by
means of thy hair growing once more, and bringing thee to trust wholly in
the Savior. Keep thine eye, then, fixed on Jesus; for if thou dost turn away
from him, how ill wilt thou fare! I bid thee, Christian, beware of thy graces;
beware of thy virtues; beware of thy experience, beware of thy prayers;
beware of thy hope; beware of thy humility. There is not one of thy graces
which may not damn thee, if they are left alone to themselves. Old Brooks
saith, when a woman hath a husband, and that husband giveth unto her
some choice rings, she putteth them on her fingers; and if she should be so
foolish as to love the rings better than her husband; if she should care only
for the jewels and forget him who gave them; how angry would the
husband be, and how foolish she would be herself! Christian! I warn thee,
beware of thy graces, for they may prove more dangerous to thee than thy
sins. I warn thee of everything in this world; for everything has this
tendency, especially a high estate. If we have a comfortable maintenance,
we are most likely not to look so much to God. Ah! Christian, with an
independent fortune, take care of thy money, beware of thy gold and silver;
it will curse thee if it comes between thee and thy God. Always keep thine
eye to the cloud, and not to the rain, — to the river, and not to the ship
that floateth on its bosom. Look thee not to the sunbeam, but to the sun;
trace thy mercies to God, and say perpetually, “He only is my rock and my
salvation.”
Lastly, I bid thee once more to keep thine eye wholly on God, and on
nothing in thy self, because what art thou now, and what wast thou ever,
but a poor damned sinner if thou wert out of Christ! I had been preaching
the other day all the former part of the sermon, as a minister; presently I
thought I was a poor sinner, and then, how differently I began to speak!
The best sermons I ever preach are those I preach, not in my ministerial
capacity, but as a poor sinner preaching to sinners, I find there is nothing
like a minister recollecting that he is nothing but a poor sinner, after all. It
is said of the peacock, that, although he has fine feathers he is ashamed of
his black feet: I am sure that we ought to be ashamed of ours. However
gay our feathers may appear at times, we ought to think of what we should
be if grace did not help us. Oh! Christian keep thine eye on Christ, for out
of him thou art no better than the damned in hell; there is not a demon in
the pit but might put thee to the blush, if thou art out of Christ. Oh that
thou wouldest be humble! Recollect what an evil heart thou hast within
thee, even when grace is there. Thou hast grace — God loves thee, but
recollect, thou hast a foul cancer in thy heart still. God has removed much
of thy sin, but still the corruption remains. We feel that though the old man
is somewhat choked, and the fire some what damped by the sweet waters
of the Holy Spirit’s influence, yet it would blaze up worse than before, if
God did not keep it under. Let us not glory in ourselves, then. The slave
need not be proud of his descent: he has the brand-mark upon his hand.
Out upon pride! Away with it! Let us rest wholly and solely upon Jesus
Christ.
Now, just one word to the ungodly — you who do not know Christ. You
have heard what I have told you, that salvation is of Christ alone. Is not
that a good doctrine for you? For you have not got anything, have you?
You are a poor, lost, ruined sinner. Hear this, then, sinner: thou hast
nothing, and thou dost not want anything, for Christ has all. “Oh!” sayest
thou, “I am a bond slave.” Ah! but he has got the redemption. “Nay,”
sayest thou, “I am a black sinner.” Ay, but he has got the bath that can
wash thee white. Sayest thou, “I am leprous?” Yes but the good Physician
can take thy leprosy away. Sayest thou, “I am condemned?” Ay, but he has
got the acquittal warrant signed and sealed, if thou dost believe in him.
Sayest thou, “But I am dead?” Ay, but Christ has life and he can give thee
life. Thou wantest nothing of thine own — nothing to rely on but Christ,
and if there be a man, woman, or child here, who is prepared to say
solemnly after me, with his or her heart, “I take Christ to be my Savior,
with no powers and no merits of my own to trust in. I see my sins, but I
see that Christ is higher than my sins, I see my guilt, but I believe that
Christ is mightier than my guilt;” — I say, if any one of you can say that,
you may go away and rejoice, for you are heirs of the kingdom of heaven.
I must tell you a singular story, which was related at our church meeting,
because there may be some very poor people here who may understand the
way of salvation by it. One of the friends had been to see a person who was
about to join the church; and he said to him, “Can you tell me what you
would say to a poor sinner who came to ask you the way of salvation?”
“Well,” said he, “I do not know — I think I can hardly tell you; but it so
happened that a case of this sort did occur yesterday. A poor woman came
into my shop, and I told her the way; but it was in such a homely manner
that I don’t like to tell you.” “Oh, yes, tell me; I should like to hear it.”
Well, she is a poor woman, who is always pawning her things, and by-andbye
she redeems them again. I did not know how to tell her better than
this. I said to her: — ’Look here; your soul is in pawn to the devil: Christ
has paid the redemption money; you take faith for your ticket and so you
will get your soul out of pawn.’” Now, that was the most simple, but the
most excellent way of imparting a knowledge of salvation to this woman. It
is true our souls were pawned to Almighty vengeance; we were poor, and
could not pay the redemption money; but Christ came and paid it all, and
faith is the ticket which we use to get our souls out of pawn. We need not
take a single penny with us; we have only to say, “Here, Lord, I believe in
Jesus Christ. I have brought no money to pay for my soul, for there is the
ticket, the money has been paid long ago. This is written in thy word: ‘The
blood of Christ cleanseth from all sin.’” If thou takest that ticket, thou wilt
get thy soul out of pawn; and thou wilt say, “I’m forgiven, I’m forgiven,
I’m a miracle of grace.” May God bless you, my friends, for Christ’s sake.