The Spurgeon Series 1857 & 1858. Charles H. Spurgeon
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11. But, my brethren, turn your eyes up there. What do you see there? You see the Son of God stepping from the place of his glory, casting aside the garments of his majesty, and robing himself in garments of clay. Do you see him there? He is nailed to a cross. Oh! can you behold him, as his head hangs meekly on his breast? Can you catch the accents of his lips, when he says, “Father, forgive them?” Do you see him with the thorn crown still upon his brow, with bleeding head, and hands, and feet? And does not your soul burst with adoration, when you see him giving himself for your sins? What! can you look upon this miracle of miracles, the death of the Son of God, without feeling reverence stirred within your bosom — a marvellous adoration that language never can express? No; I am sure you cannot. You bow yourself before that cross; you close your eyes that are already filled with tears, and as you bend your head upon the mount of Calvary I hear you say, “Jesus, have mercy upon me.” And when you feel the blood applied to your conscience, and know that he has blotted out your sins, you are not a man unless you spring from your knees and cry, “Let the whole earth be filled with his glory; Amen, and Amen.” What! did he bend his awful head down to the shades of death? What! did he hang upon a cross and bleed, and shall not earth praise him? Oh you dumb, surely this might loosen your tongues. Oh you silent ones, you might begin to speak; and if you do not, surely the very stones will speak, and the rocks that split once at his death will split again, and open a wide mouth to let their hallelujahs ascend to heaven. Ah! the cross makes us praise him. Lovers of Jesus, can you love him without desiring that his kingdom may come? What! can you bow before him, and yet not wish to see your Monarch master of the world? Out with you, men, if you can pretend to love your Master, and yet not desire to see him the conqueror. I give you not a farthing for your piety, unless it leads you to wish that the same mercy which has been extended to you might reach to others, and unless it prompts you to pray this prayer, “Let the whole earth be filled with his glory; Amen, and Amen.”
12. But gaze a moment longer. The man who died for sinners sleeps within a grave; a little while he sleeps, until the angel rolls away the stone and gives him liberty. Do you behold him, as he wakes up from his slumber, and radiant with majesty, and glorious with light, frightens his guard, and stands a risen man? Do you see him, as he climbs to heaven, as he ascends to the paradise of God, sitting at the right hand of his Father until his enemies are made his footstool? Do you see him, as principalities and powers bow before him, as cherubim and seraphim cast their crowns at his feet? Do you hear him? Do you hear him intercede, and do you hear also the music of the glorified spirits, ever chanting perpetual choruses before his throne? And do you not wish that we might
Prepare new honours for his name,
And songs before unknown?
Oh! it is impossible to see the glorified Christ with the eye of faith, without exclaiming afterwards, “Let the whole earth be filled with his glory; Amen, and Amen.”
13. But now one other thought. Common humanity urges us to pray this prayer. Did you never walk through a village full of drunkenness and profanity? Did you never see at every ale house poor wretched bloated carcasses that once were men, standing, or rather leaning against the posts, staggering with drunkenness! Have you never looked into the houses of the people, and beheld them as dens of iniquity, at which your soul did turn aghast? Have you never walked through that village and seen the poverty, and degradation, and misery of the inhabitants, and sighed over it? Yes, you have. But was it ever your privilege to walk through that village in later years, when the gospel has been preached there? It has been mine. Once it was my delight to labour in a village where sin and iniquity had once been rampant, and I can say with joy and happiness, that almost from one end of the village to the other, at the hour of eventide, you would have heard the voice of song coming from every roof top, echoing from every heart. Oh! what a pleasant thing to walk through the village, when drunkenness has almost ceased, when debauchery is dead, and when men and women go forth to labour with joyful hearts, singing as they go the praises of the everliving God; and when at sunset the humble cottager calls his children together, and reads them some portion from the book of truth, and then together they bend their knees — oh! happy, happy households! Yes, we have seen some such places; and when our hearts have been gladdened by the sight, we have said, “Let the whole earth be filled with his glory; Amen and Amen.” It has been our delight sometimes to tabernacle among the lowly for a little season. We have had our seat given to us in the chimney corner for awhile, and by and by as the time to retire drew near, the good man of the house has said to the prophet’s servant, “Now, sir, will you read for us tonight, since you are here?” And we have noticed the faces of the little group around us, as we have read some portion like this — “Truly God is good to Israel, even to such as are of a clean heart.” And then we have said, “No, we will not pray tonight; you must be priest in your own house, and pray yourself.” And then the good man has prayed for his children, and when we have seen them rise up and kiss their parent for the night we have thought, “Well, if this is the kind of family that religion makes, let the whole earth be filled with his glory. For the blessedness and for the happiness of man, let God’s kingdom come, and let his will be done.” Contrast that, my brethren, with the murderous rites of the Hindu; contrast it with the savagery and barbarism of heathen lands. If I could bring some barbarian to stand before you this morning, he might himself be a better preacher than I can be, as with his almost unintelligible utterances and clicks he would begin to tell you the few ideas he had, which ideas began and ended with himself, and with the miserable prey on which he lived. You would say, “What! is there such a miserable race as this?” Let us at once kneel down and utter this prayer, and then rise up and labour to fulfil it — “Let the whole earth be filled with his glory.” I feel that I cannot stir you this morning as I wished. (If I were a Welshman I think I could move your hearts; they have such a knack of waking people up by what they say.) Oh! my soul longs for that day; it sighs for that blessed period. Would God that all sighed and longed for it too, and were prepared to work and labour, watch and pray, until we should indeed sing with truth,
Hallelujah! Christ the Lord
God Omnipotent shall reign;
Hallelujah! Christ in God,
God in Christ is all-in-all.
May such a day come, as it certainly will!
14. III. And now I am to give you A FEW COUNSELS IN THE PURSUIT OF THIS OBJECT.
15. First, you cannot pray this prayer unless you seek in your own life to remove every impediment to the spread of Christ’s kingdom. You cannot pray it, sir; you cannot say, “Let the whole earth be filled with his glory; Amen, and Amen,” — you who cursed God yesterday. How can the same lip that cursed God say, “Let the whole earth be filled with his glory; Amen, and Amen.” You cannot say it, sir, — you who break his commandments, and violate his laws, and run riot against his government. If you said it you would be a vile hypocrite. Is there anything in our character and conduct which has a tendency to