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LOVE TO JESUS

NO. 338

DELIVERED ON SABBATH MORNING, SEPTEMBER 30, 1860,

BY THE REV. C. H. SPURGEON,

AT EXETER HALL, STRAND.

“O You whom my soul loves.”

Song of Son_1:7
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IF the life of a Christian may be compared to a sacrifice, then humility digs the foundation for the altar. Prayer

brings the unhewn stones and piles them one upon the other. Penitence fills the trench round about the altar with water.

Obedience lays the wood in order—faith pleads the Jehovah-Jireh and places the victim upon the altar. But the sacrifice,

even then, is incomplete, for where is the fire? Love, love alone, can consummate the sacrifice by supplying the needful

fire from Heaven. Whatever we lack in our piety, as it is indispensable that we should have faith in Christ, so is it

absolutely necessary that we should have love to Him. That heart which is devoid of an earnest love to Jesus is surely still

dead in trespasses and sins.

And if any man should venture to affirm that he had faith in Christ, but had no love to Him, we would at once also

venture to affirm as positively that his religion was vain. Perhaps the great want of the religion of the times is love.

Sometimes, as I look upon the world at large, and the Church which lies too much in its bosom, I am apt to think that the

Church has light, but lacks fire. She has some degree of true faith, clear knowledge and much beside which is precious,

but she lacks to a great extent that flaming love with which she once, as a chaste virgin, walked with Christ through the

fires of martyrdom—when she showed to Him her undefiled, unquenchable love in the catacombs of the city and the

caves of the rock.

The snows of the Alps might testify to the virgin purity of the love of the saints by the purple stain which marked the

shedding of blood in defense of our bleeding Lord—blood which had been shed in defense of Him whom, though they

had not seen His face, “unceasing they adored.”

It is my pleasant task this morning to stir up your pure minds, that you, as part of Christ’s Church, may feel

somewhat in your hearts today of love to Him and may be able to address Him not only under the title, “You in whom

my soul trusts,” but, “You whom my soul loves.” Last Sabbath, if you remember, we devoted to simple faith and tried to

preach the Gospel to the ungodly. The present hour we devote to the pure, Spirit-born, godlike, flame of love.

On looking at my text, I shall come to regard it thus—First, we shall listen to the rhetoric of the lips as we here read

it in these words, “O You whom my soul loves.” We shall then observe the logic of the heart, which would justify us in

giving such a title as this to Christ. I will then come, in the third place, to something which even surpasses rhetoric or

logic—the absolute demonstration of the daily life. And I pray that we may be able to prove constantly by our acts that

Jesus Christ is He whom our soul loves.

I. First, then, the loving title of our text is to be considered as expressing RHETORIC OF THE LIPS. The text calls

Christ, “You whom my soul loves.” Let us take this title and dissect it a little.

One of the first things which will strike us when we come to look upon it is the reality of the love which is here

expressed. Reality, I say—understanding the term “real,” not in contradistinction to that which is lying and fictitious—

but in contrast to that which is shadowy and indistinct. Do you not notice that the spouse here speaks of Christ as One

whom she knew actually to exist? Not as an abstraction, but as a Person. She speaks of Him as a real Person, “
You whom

my soul loves.” Why, these seem to be the words of one who is pressing Him to her bosom, who sees Him with her eyes,

who tracks Him with her feet, who knows that He is and that He will reward the love which diligently seeks Him.

Brothers and Sisters, there often is a great deficiency in our love to Jesus. We do not realize the Person of Christ. We

think about Christ and then we love the conception that we have formed of Him. But O, how few Christians view their

Lord as being as real a Person as we are ourselves—very Man—a Man that could suffer, a Man that could die,

substantial flesh and blood—very God as real as if He were not invisible and as truly existent as though we could

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compass Him in our minds. We want to have a real Christ more fully preached and more fully loved by the Church. We

fail in our love because Christ is not real to us as He was to the early Church.

The early Church did not preach much doctrine. They preached Christ. They had little to say of truths about Christ.

It was Christ Himself—His hands, His feet, His side, His eyes, His head, His crown of thorns, the sponge, the vinegar, the

nails. O for the Christ of Mary Magdalene—rather than the Christ of the critical theologian! Give me the wounded body

of Divinity, rather than the soundest system of theology. Let me show you what I mean.

Suppose an infant is taken away from its mother and you should seek to foster in it a love to the parent by constantly

picturing before it the idea of a mother—and attempting to give it the thought of a mother’s relation to the child.

Indeed, my Friends, I think you would have a difficult task to fix in that child the true and real love which it ought to

bear towards her who bore it. But give that child a mother. Let it hang upon that mother’s real breast, let it derive its

nourishment from her very heart—let it see that mother, feel that mother, put its little arms about that mother’s real

neck and you have no hard task to make it love its mother.

So is it with the Christian. We want Christ—not an abstract, doctrinal, pictured Christ—but a
real Christ. I may

preach to you many a year and try to infuse into your souls a love of Christ. But until you can feel that He is a real Man

and a real Person, really present with you and that you may speak to Him, talk to Him, and tell Him of your wants, you

will not readily attain to a love like that of the text, so that you can call Him, “You whom my soul loves.” I want you to

feel, Christian, that your love to Christ is not a mere pious affection, but that as you love your wife, as you love your

child, as you love your parent, so you love Christ. That though your love to Him is of a finer cast and a higher mold, yet

it is just as real as the more earthly passion.

Let me suggest another figure. A war is raging in Italy for liberty. The very thought of liberty nerves a soldier. The

thought of a hero makes a man a hero. Let me go and stand in the midst of the army and preach to them what heroes

should be and what brave men they should be who fight for liberty. My dear Friends, the most earnest eloquence might

have but little power. But put into the midst of these men Garibaldi—heroism incarnate. Place before their eyes that

dignified man—who seems like some old Roman newly arisen from his tomb—they see before them what liberty means

and what daring is, what courage can attempt and what heroism can perform. For there he is, and firmed by his actual

presence, their arms are strong, their swords are sharp and they dash to the battle at once. His presence ensures victory,

because they realize in his presence the thought which makes men brave and strong.

So the Church needs to feel and see a real Christ in her midst. It is not the idea of disinterestedness. It is not the idea

of devotion. It is not the idea of self-consecration that will ever make the Church mighty—it must be that idea incarnate,

consolidated, personified in the actual existence of a realized Christ in the camp of the Lord’s host. I pray for you and ask

you pray for me, that we may each one of us have a love which realizes Christ and which can address him as, “You whom

my soul loves.”

But again, look at the text and you will perceive another thing very clearly. The Church, in the expression which she

uses concerning Christ, speaks not only with a realization of His presence, but with a firm assurance of her own love.

Many of you who do really love Christ, can seldom get further than to say, “O You whom my soul
desires to love! O You

whom I
hope I love”! But this sentence says not so at all. This title has not the shadow of a doubt or a fear upon it—“O

You whom my soul loves”! Is it not a happy thing for a child of God when he knows that he loves Christ? When he can

speak of it as a matter of consciousness?—a thing out of which he is not to be argued by all the reasoning of Satan—a

thing concerning which he can put his hand upon his heart and appeal to Jesus and say, “Lord, You know all things, You

know that I love You”?

I say, is not this a delightful frame of mind? Or rather, I reverse the question, Is not that a sad miserable state of heart

in which we have to speak of Jesus otherwise than with assured affection? Ah, my Brothers and Sisters, there may be times

when the most loving heart may, from the very fact that it loves intensely and loves sincerely, doubt whether it does love

at all. But then such times will be seasons of great soul-searching and nights of anguish. He who truly loves Christ will

never give sleep to his eyes, nor slumber to his eyelids, when he is in doubt about his heart belonging to Jesus. “No,” says

he, “this is a matter too precious for me to question as to whether I am the possessor of it or not, this is a thing so vital

that I cannot let it be with a ‘perhaps,’ as a matter of chance. No, I must know whether I love my Lord or not, whether I

am His or not.”

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If I am addressing any this morning who fear they do not love Christ and yet hope they do, let me beg you, my dear

Friends, not to rest content in your present state of mind. Never be satisfied till you know that you are standing on the

Rock and until you are quite certain that you really love Christ. Imagine for a moment one of the Apostles telling Christ

that he
thought he loved Him. Fancy for a moment your own spouse telling you that she hoped she loved you. Fancy your

child upon your knee saying, “Father, I sometimes think I love you.” What a stinging thing to say to you! You would

almost as soon he said, “I hate you.” Because, what is it? Shall he, over whom you watch with care, merely
think he loves

you? Shall she who lies in my bosom, doubt and make it a matter of conjecture, as to whether her heart is mine or not?

O God forbid we should ever dream of such a thing in our ordinary relations of life! Then how is it that we indulge in

it in our piety? Is it not sickly and maudlin piety? Is it not a diseased state of heart that ever puts us in such a place at all?

Is it not even a deadly state of heart that would let us rest content there? No, let us not be satisfied till, by the full work of

the Holy Spirit, we are made sure and certain and can say with unstammering tongue, “O You whom my soul loves.”

Now notice something else equally worthy of our attention. The Church, the spouse, in thus speaking of her Lord,

thus directs our thoughts not merely to her confidence of love, but to the unity of her affections with regard to Christ.

She has not two lovers, she has but one. She does not say, “O You on whom my heart is set!” but, “O You”! She has but

one after whom her heart is panting. She has gathered her affections into one bundle—she has made them but one

affection—and then she has cast that bundle of myrrh and spices upon the breast of Christ. He is to her the, “Altogether

Lovely,” the gathering up of all the loves which once strayed abroad.

She has put before the Sun of her heart a magnifying-glass, which has brought all her love to a focus and it is all

concentrated with all its heat and vehemence upon Christ Jesus Himself. Her heart, which once seemed like a fountain

sending forth many streams, has now become as a fountain which has but one channel for its waters. She has stopped up

all the other issues, she has cut away the other pipes and now the whole stream in one strong current runs toward Him

and Him, alone. The Church, in the text here, is not a worshipper of God and of Baal, too. She is no time-server, who has

a heart for all comers. She is not as the harlot, whose door is open for every wayfarer. But she is a chaste one and she sees

none but Christ and she knows none whom her soul desires but her crucified Lord.

The wife of a noble Persian, having been invited to be present at the wedding feast of King Cyrus, her husband asked

her merrily upon her return whether she did not think the bridegroom-monarch a most noble man. Her answer was, “I

know not whether he is noble or not—my husband was so before my eyes that I saw none beside him—I have seen no

beauty but in him.” So if you ask the Christian in our text, “Is not Such-an-one fair and lovely?” “No,” she replies, “my

eyes are fully fixed on Christ. My heart is so taken up with Him that I cannot tell if there is beauty anywhere else—I

know that all beauty and all loveliness is summed up in Him.”

Sir Walter Raleigh used to say, “if all the histories of tyrants—the cruelty, the blood, the lust, the infamy, were all

forgotten—yet all these histories might be rewritten out of the life of Henry VIII.” And I may say by way of contrast, “If

all the goodness, all the love, all the gentleness, all the faithfulness that ever existed could all be blotted out, they could

all be rewritten out of the history of Christ.” To the Christian, Christ is the only One she loves, she has no divided aims,

no two adored ones, but she speaks of Him as of one to whom she has given her whole heart and none have anything

beside—“Oh You whom my soul loves.”

Come, Brothers and Sisters, do we love Christ after this fashion? Do we love Him so that we can say, “Compared

with our love to Jesus, all other loves are but as nothing”? We have those sweet loves which make earth dear to us. We do

love those who are our kindred according to the flesh—we were, indeed, beneath the beasts if we did not. But some of us

can say, “We do love Christ better than husband or wife, or brother or sister.” Sometimes we think we could say with St.

Jerome, “If Christ should bid me go this way and my mother did hang about my neck to draw me another and my father

were in my way, bowing at my knees with tears entreating me not to go. And my children plucking at my skirts should

seek to pull me the other way, I must unclasp my mother, I must push to the very ground my father and put aside my

children, for I must follow Christ.”

We cannot tell which we love the most till they have come into collision. But when we come to see that the love of

mortals requires us to do this—and the love of Christ to do the reverse—then shall we see which we love best. Oh, those

were hard times with the martyrs. That good man for instance, Mr. Nicholas Ferrar, who was the father of some twelve

children, all of them but little ones. On the road to the stake his enemies had contrived that his wife should meet him with

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all the little ones and she had set them in a row kneeling down by the roadside. His enemies expected that surely, now, he

would recant and for the sake of those dear babes would certainly seek to save his life.

But no! No! He had given them all up to God and he could trust them with his heavenly Father. He could not do a

wrong thing even for the felicity of covering these little birds with his wings and cherishing them beneath his feathers. He

took them one by one to his bosom and looked and looked again. And it pleased God to put into the mouth of his wife

and of his children words which
encouraged him instead of discouraging him and before he went from them his very babes

had bid the father play the man and die boldly for Christ Jesus!

Yes, Soul, we must have a love like this which cannot be rivaled, which cannot be shared—which is like a flood

tide—other tides may come up very high upon the shore, but this comes up to the very rocks and beats there, filling our

soul to the very brim. I pray God we may know what such a love to Christ as this may mean.

Furthermore, I want to pluck you one more flower. If you will look at the title before us, you will have to learn not

only its reality, its assurance, its unity—you will have to notice its constancy, “O You whom my soul loves.” Not “did

love yesterday,” or, “may begin to love tomorrow,” but, “You whom my soul loves”—“You whom I have loved ever

since I knew You and whose love has become as necessary to me as my vital breath or my native air.” The true Christian is

one who loves Christ forever. He does not play fast and loose with Jesus—pressing Him today to his bosom and then

turning aside and seeking after any Delilah who may with her witcheries pollute him.

No, he feels that he is a Nazarite unto the Lord. He cannot and he will not pollute himself with sin at any time or in

any place. Love to Christ in the faithful heart is as the love of the dove to its mate. She, if her mate should die, can never

be tempted to be married unto another, but she sits still upon her perch and sighs out her mournful soul until she dies,

too. So is it with the Christian. If he had no Christ to love, he must die, for his heart has become Christ’s. And so if Christ

were gone, love could not be. Then his heart would be gone, too, and a man without a heart is dead.

The heart—is it not the vital principle of the body? And love—is it not the vital principle of the soul? Yet there are

some who profess to love the Master, but only walk with Him by fits and then go abroad like Dinah into the tents of the

Shechemites. Oh, take heed, you professors, who seek to have two husbands! My Master will never be a part-husband. He

is not such a one as to have half of your heart. My Master, though He is full of compassion and very tender, has too noble

a spirit to allow Himself to be half-proprietor of any kingdom.

Chanute, the Danish king, might divide England with Edmund the Ironside, because he could not win the whole

country, but my Lord will have every inch of you, or none. He will reign in you from one end of the isle of man to the

other, or else he will not put a foot upon the soil of your heart. He was never part-proprietor in a heart and He will not

stoop to such a thing now. What says the old Puritan? “A heart is so little a thing, that it is scarce enough for a kite’s

breakfast and you say it is too great a thing for Christ to have it all?”

No, give Him the whole. It is but little when you weigh His merit and very small when measured with His loveliness.

Give Him all. Let your united heart, your undivided affection, be constantly, every hour, given up to Him—

“Can you cleave to your Lord? Can you cleave to your Lord,

When the many turn aside?

Can you witness He has the living Word,

And none upon earth beside?

And can you endure with the Virgin band,

The lowly and pure in heart,

Who, where ever their Lamb does lead,

From His footsteps never depart?

Do you answer, ‘We can’? Do you answer, ‘We can,

Through His love’s constraining power’?

But ah, remember the flesh is weak,

And will shrink in the trial-hour.

Yet yield to His love, who round you now,

The bands of a man would cast;

The cords of His love, who was given for you,

To the altar binding you fast.”

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May that be your constant lot—still to abide in Him who has loved you. I will make but one more remark, lest I

weary you in thus trying to anatomize the rhetoric of love. In our text you will clearly perceive a vehemence of affection.

The spouse says of Christ, “O You whom my soul loves.” She means not that she loves Him a little, that she loves Him

with an ordinary passion, but that she loves Him in all the deep sense of that word. Oh, Christian Brothers and Sisters, I

protest unto you that I fear there are thousands of professors who never knew the meaning of this word “love,” as to

Christ. They have known it when it referred to mortals. They have felt its flame, they have seen how every power of the

body and of the soul are carried away with it. But they have not felt it with regard to
Christ.

I know you can preach about Him, but do you love Him? I know you can pray to Him, but do you love Him? I know

you trust Him—you think you do—but do you
love Him? Oh, is there a love to Jesus in your heart like that of the spouse

when she could say, “Let Him kiss me with the kisses of his lips, for His love is better than wine.” “No,” you say, “that is

too familiar for me.” Then I fear you do not love Him, for love is always familiar. Faith may stand at a distance, for her

look is saving. But Love comes near, for she must kiss, she must embrace.

Why, Beloved, sometimes the Christian so loves his Lord that his language becomes unmeaning to the ears of others

who have never been in his state. Love has a celestial tongue of her own and I have sometimes heard her speak so that the

lips of worldlings have mocked and men have said, “That man rants and raves—he knows not what he says.” Hence it is

that Love often becomes a Mystic and speaks in mystic language, into which the stranger intrudes not.

Oh, you should see Love when she has her heart full of her Savior’s presence, when she comes out of her chamber!

Indeed she is like a giant refreshed with new wine. I have seen her dash down difficulties, tread upon hot irons of

affliction and her feet have not been scorched. I have seen her lift up her spear against ten thousand and she has slain them

at one time. I have known her give up all she had, even to the stripping of herself, for Christ, and yet she seemed to grow

richer and to be decked with ornaments as she made herself poor, that she might cast her all upon her Lord and give up

all to Him.

Do you know this love, Christian Brothers and Sisters? Some of you do, I know, for I have seen you clearly manifest

it in your lives. As for the rest of you, may you learn it and get above the low standing of the mass of Christ’s Church at

the present day. Get up from the bogs and fens and damp morasses of lukewarm Laodiceanism and come up. Come up

higher, up to the mountain top, where you shall stand bathing your foreheads in the sunlight, seeing earth beneath

you—its very tempests under your feet, its clouds and darkness rolling down below in the valley while you, talking with

Christ, who speaks to you out of the cloud, are almost caught up into the third Heaven to dwell there with him.

Thus have I tried to explain the rhetoric of my text, “You whom my soul loves.”

II. Now let me come to THE LOGIC OF THE HEART, which lies at the bottom of the text.

My Heart, why should you love Christ? With what argument will you justify yourself? Strangers stand and hear me

tell of Christ and they say, “Why should you love your Savior so?” My Heart, you can not answer them so as to make

them see His loveliness, for they are blind—but you can at least be justified in the ears of those who have understandings.

For doubtless the virgins will love Him, if you will tell them why you love Him. Our hearts give for their reason why they

love Him. First, this—We love Him for His infinite loveliness. If there were no other reason, if Christ had not bought us

with His blood, yet sometimes we feel if we had renewed hearts, we must love Him for having died for others.

I have sometimes felt in my own soul, that setting aside the benefit I received from His dear Cross and His most

precious passion, which, of course, must ever be the deepest motive of love, “for we love Him because He first loved

us”—yet setting aside all that, there is such beauty in Christ’s character—such loveliness in His passion—such a glory

in that self-sacrifice, that one
must love Him. Can I look into Your eyes and not be smitten with Your love? Can I gaze

upon Your thorn-crowned head and shall not my heart feel the thorns within it? Can I see You in the fever of death and

shall not my soul be in a fever of passionate love to You?

It is impossible to see Christ and not to love Him. You cannot be in His company without at once feeling that you are

welded to Him. Go and kneel by His side in Gethsemane’s garden and I am persuaded that the drops of gore, as they fall

upon the ground, shall each one of them be irresistible reasons why you should love Him. Hear Him as He cries, “My

God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?” Remember that He endures this out of love to others and you must love

Him.

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If you ever read the history of Moses you believe him to be the grandest of men and you admire him and look up to

him as to some huge colossus, some mighty giant of the olden times. But you never feel a particle of love in your hearts

towards Moses. You could not—his is an unlovable character. There is something to admire, but nothing to win

attachment.

When you see Christ, you look up, but you do more—you feel drawn up. You do not admire so much as
love. You do

not adore so much as
embrace. His character enchants, subdues, overwhelms—and with the irresistible impulse of its own

sacred attraction it draws your spirit right up to Him. Well did Dr. Watts say—

“His worth, if all the nations knew,

Sure the whole earth would love Him, too.”

But still, Love has another argument why she loves Christ, namely, Christ’s love to her. Did You love me, Jesus, King of

Heaven, Lord of angels, Master of all worlds? Did You set Your heart on
me? What? Did You love me from of old and in

eternity choose
me to Yourself? Did You continue to love me as the ages rolled on? Did You come from Heaven to earth

that you might win
me to be Your spouse and do You love me so that You do not leave me alone in this poor desert

world? And are You this very day preparing a house for
me where I shall dwell with You forever?

A very wretch, Lord, I should prove had I no love to You. I
must love You. It is impossible for me to resist it—that

thought that You love
me has compelled my soul to love You. ME! Me! What was there in me? Could You see beauties in

me? I see none in myself. My eyes are red with weeping because of my blackness and deformity. I have said even to the sons

of men, “Look not upon
me, for I am black, because the sun has looked upon me.” And do You see beauties in me? What

a quick eye You must have—no, rather it must be that You have made my eyes to be your looking-glass and so You see

Yourself in me and it is Your image that You love—surely You could not love
me!

That ravishing text in the Canticles, where Jesus says to the spouse, “You are all fair My love, there is no spot in

you.” Can you imagine Christ saying that to you? And yet He has said it, “You are all fair My love, there is no spot in

you.” He has put away your blackness and you stand in His sight as perfect as though you had never sinned. As full of

loveliness as though you were what you shall be when made like unto Him at last. Oh, Brothers and Sisters, some of you

can say with emphasis, “Did He love
me? Then I must love Him.” I run my eyes along your ranks—there sits a Brother

who loves Christ who not many months ago cursed Him. There sits a drunkard—there another who was in prison for

crimes—and He loved you, even you who could abuse the wife of your bosom, because she loved the dear name. You were

never happier than when you were violating His day and showing your disrespect to His ministers and your hatred to His

cause, yet He loved you.

And
me! Even me!—Forgetful of a mother’s prayers, ignoring a father’s tears, having much light and yet sinning

much, He loved
me and has proved His love. I charge you, oh my Heart, by the roes and by the hinds of the field—give

yourself wholly up to my Beloved. spend and be spent for him. Is that your charge to your heart this morning? Oh, It

must be, if you know Jesus and then know that Jesus loves you!

One more reason does Love give us which is yet more powerful still. Love feels that she must give herself to Christ,

because of Christ’s suffering for her—

“Can I Gethsemane forget?

Or there Your conflict see,

Your agony and bloody sweat,

And not remember You?

“When to the Cross I turn my eyes,

And rest on Calvary

O Lamb of God! My sacrifice!

I must remember You.”

My life, when it shall ebb out, may cause me to lose many mental powers, but memory will love no other name than is

recorded there. The agonies of Christ have burnt His name into our hearts.

You cannot stand and see Him mocked by Herod’s men of war. You cannot behold Him made nothing of and spit

upon by menial lips. You cannot see Him with the nails pierced through His hands and through His feet. You cannot

mark Him in the extreme agonies of His awful passion without saying, “And did You suffer all this for
me? Then I must

love You, Jesus. My heart feels that no other can have such a claim upon it as You have, for none others have spent

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themselves for me as You have done. Others may have sought to buy my love with the silver of earthly affection and with

the gold of a zealous and affectionate character, but You have bought it with Your precious blood and You have the

richest claim to it—Yours shall it be and that forever.”

This is love’s logic. I may well stand here and defend the Believer’s love to his Lord. I wish I had more to defend than

I have. I dare stand here and defend the utmost extravagancies of speech and the wildest fanaticisms of action, when they

have been done for love to Christ. I say again, I only wish I had more to defend in these degenerate times. Has a man

given up all for Christ? I will prove him wise if he has given up for such an one as Christ is. Has a man died for Christ? I

write over his epitaph that he surely was no fool who had but the wisdom to give up his heart for one who had His heart

pierced for him.

Let the Church try to be extravagant for once, let her break the narrow bounds of her conventional prudence and for

once arise and dare to do wonders—let the age of miracles return to us—let the Church make bare her arm and roll up

the sleeves of her formality. Let her go forth with some mighty thought within her at which the worldling shall laugh

and scoff and I will stand here and before the bar of a scoffing world dare to defend her. Oh Church of God, you can do

no extravagance for Christ. You may bring out your Marys and they may break their alabaster boxes, but He deserves

well the breaking. You may shed your perfume and give to Him rivers of oil and ten thousands of the fat of fed beasts, but

He well deserves it.

I see the Church as she was in the first centuries, like an army storming a city—a city that was surrounded with a

vast moat and there was no means of reaching the ramparts except by filling up the moat with the dead bodies of the

Church’s own martyrs and confessors. Do you see them? A bishop has just now fallen in, his head has been smitten off

with the sword. The next day at the tribunal there are twenty wishing to die that they may follow him. And on the next

day twenty more. And the stream pours on till the huge moat is filled. Then, those who follow after, scale the walls and

plant the blood-red standard of the Cross, the trophy of their victory upon the top.

Should the world say, “Why this expense of blood?” I answer, He is worthy for whom it was shed. The world says,

“Why this waste of suffering? Why this pouring out of an energy in a cause that at best is but fanatical?” I reply, “He is

worthy, He is worthy, though the whole world were put into the censer and all men’s blood were the frankincense, He is

worthy to have it all sacrificed before Him. Though the whole Church should be slaughtered, He is worthy upon whose

altar it should be sacrificed. Though every one of us should lie and rot in a dungeon, though the moss should grow upon

our eyelids, though our bodies should be given to the kites and the carrion crows, He is worthy to claim the sacrifice.

And it were all too mean a gift for such an one as He is.” Oh Master, restore unto the Church the strength of love which

can hear such language and feel it to be true.

III. Now I come to my last point, upon which I must dwell but briefly. Rhetoric is good, logic is better, but A

POSITIVE DEMONSTRATION is the best.

I sought to give you rhetoric when I expounded the words of the text. I have tried to give you logic now that I have

given you the reasons for the love in the text. And now I want
you to give—I cannot give it—I want you to give, each for

himself, the demonstration of your love for Christ in your daily lives. Let the world see that this is not a mere label to

you—a label for something that does not exist, but that Christ really is to you “Him whom your soul loves.”

You ask me how you shall do it, and I reply thus—I do not ask you to shave your crown and become a monk, or to

cloister yourself, my Sister, and become a nun. Such a thing might even show your love to yourself rather than your love

to Christ. But I ask you to go home now and during the days of the week engage in your ordinary business. Go with the

men of the world as you are called to do and take the calling which Christ has given to you and see if you cannot honor

Him in your calling. I, as a minister, of course must find it to some degree less honorable work to serve Christ than you

do, because my calling does, as it were, supply me with gold and for me to make a golden image of Christ out of that is

but small work, though God provides, I find, more than my poor strength could do apart from His Grace.

But for you to work out the image of Christ in the iron, or clay, or common metal of your ordinary conversation—

oh, this will be glorious, indeed! And I think you may honor Christ in your sphere as much as I can in mine—perhaps

more—for some of you may know more trouble, you may have more poverty, you may have more temptation, more

enemies. And therefore you, by loving Christ under all these trials, may demonstrate more fully than ever I can, how true

your love is to Him and how soul-inspiring is His love to you.

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Away, I say, and look out on the morrow and the next day, for opportunities of doing something for Christ. Speak

up for His dear name if there are any that abuse Him. And if you find Him wounded in His members, be you as Eleanor,

queen of England’s king and suck the poison out of his wounds. Be ready to have your name abused rather than He

should be dishonored. Stand up always for Him and be His champion. Let Him not lack a friend, for He stood as your

Friend when you had none. If you meet with any of His poor people, show them love for His sake, as David did to

Mephibosheth out of love to Saul.

If you know any of them to be hungry, set meat before them. You had as good set the dish before Jesus Christ

Himself. If you see them naked, clothe them. You do clothe Christ when you clothe His people. No, not only seek to do

this good temporally to His children, but seek evermore to be a Christ to those who are
not His children as yet. Go

among the wicked and among the lost and the abandoned—tell them the words of Him—tell them Jesus Christ came

into the world to save sinners. Go after His lost sheep, be you shepherds as He was a shepherd and so will you show your

love.

Give what you can to Him. When you die, make Him heir of some of your estate. I should not think I loved my friend

if I did not sometimes make him a present. I should not think I love Christ if I did not give Him something, some sweet

cane with money, some fat of my burnt sacrifices. I heard the other day a question asked concerning an old man who had

long professed to be a Christian. They were saying he left so much and so much and one said, “But did he leave Christ

anything in his will?”

Someone laughed and thought it ridiculous. Ah, so it would be, because men do not think of Christ as being a

Person. But if we had this love, it would be but natural for us to give to Him, to live for Him and perhaps if we had

anything, at last to let Him have it—that so even dying we might give our Friend in our dying testament a proof that we

remembered Him, even as He remembered us in His last will and testament.

Oh, Brothers and Sisters—what we want more of in the Church is more extravagant love to Christ. I want each of

you to show your love to Jesus by doing something the like of which you have never done before. I remember saying one

Sabbath morning that the Church ought to be the place of invention as much as the world. We do not know what

machine is to be discovered yet by the world, but every man’s wit is at work to find out something new. So ought the wits

of the Church to be at work to find out some new plan of serving Christ. Robert Raikes found out Sunday-Schools, John

Pounds the Ragged-School—but are we to be content with carrying on their inventions? No. We want something new.

It was in the Surrey Hall, through that sermon, that our Brethren first thought of the midnight meetings that were

held—an invention suggested by the sermon I preached upon the woman with the alabaster box. But we have not come

to the end, yet. Is there no man that can invent some new deed for Christ? Is there no Brother that can do something more

for Him than has been done today, or yesterday, or during the last month? Is there no man that will dare to be strange

and singular and wild and in the world’s eye to be fanatical? For remember, that is not love which is not fanatical in the

eye of man.

Depend upon it, that is not love that only confines itself to propriety. I would the Lord would put into your heart

some thought of giving an unaccustomed thank-offering to Him, or of doing an unusual service, so that Christ might be

honored with the best of your lambs and that the fat of your bullocks might be exceeding glorified by your proof of love

to Him.

God bless you as a congregation. I can only invoke His blessing, for O, these lips refuse to speak of love which I trust

my heart knows and which I desire to feel more and more. Sinner, trust Christ before you seek to love Him—and trusting

Christ you will love Him, by His grace. Amen.

Adapted from
The C.H. Spurgeon Collection, Version 1.0, Ages Software, 1.800.297.4307