A Revival Sermon
AUTHOR: Spurgeon, C.H.
PUBLISHED ON: March 31, 2003

                                                        A Revival Sermon
                                                      REV. C.H. SPURGEON

              “Behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that the plowman shall overtake the reaper, and the treader of
              grapes him that soweth seed; and the mountains shall drop sweet wine, and all the hills shall
              melt.” Amos 9:13.

          GOD’S PROMISES are not exhausted when they are fulfilled, for when once performed they stand just as
          good as they did before, and we may await a second accomplishment of them. Man’s promises even at
          the best, are like a cistern which holds but a temporary supply; but God’s promises are as a fountain,
          never emptied, ever overflowing, so that you may draw from hem the whole of that which the apparently contain,
          and they shall be still as full as ever. Hence it is that you will frequently find a promise containing both a literal and
          spiritual meaning. In the literal meaning it has already been fulfilled to the letter; in the spiritual meaning it shall
          also be accomplished, and not a jot or tittle of it shall fail. This is rue of the particular promise which is before us.
          Originally, as you are aware, the land of Canaan was very fertile; it was a land that flowed with milk and honey.
          Even where no tillage had been exercised upon it the land was so fruitful, that the bees who sucked the sweetness
          from the wild flowers produced such masses of honey that the very woods were sometimes flooded with it. It was
          “A land of wheat, and barley, and vines, and fig trees, and pomegranates; a land of oil olive, and honey.” When,
          however, the children of Israel thrust in the ploughshare and began to use the divers arts of agriculture, the land
          became exceedingly fat and fertile, yielding so much corn, that they could export through the Phoenicians both
          corn, and wine, and oil, even to the pillars of Hercules, so that Palestine became, like Egypt, the granary of the
          nations. It is somewhat surprising to find that now the land is barren, that its valleys are parched, and that the
          miserable inhabitants gather miserable harvests from the arid soil. Yet the promise still stands true, that one day in
          the ver letter Palestine shall be as rich and fruitful as ever it was. There be those who understand the matter, who
          assert that if once the rigour of the Turkish rule could be removed, if men were safe from robbers, if the man who
          sowed could reap, and keep the corn which his own industry had sown and gathered, the land might yet again
          laugh in the midst of the nations, and become the joyous mother of children. There is no reason in the soil for its
          barrenness. It is simply the neglect that has been brought on, from the fact, that when a man has been industrious,
          his savings are taken from him by the hand of rapine, and the very harvest for which he toiled is often reaped by
          another, and his own blood split upon the soil.
              But, my dear friends, while this promise will doubtless be carried out, and every word of it shall be verified, so
          that the hill-tops of that country shall again bear the vine, and the land shall flow with wine, yet, I take it, this is
          more fully a spiritual than a temporal promise; and I think that the beginning of its fulfilment is now to be
          discerned, and we shall see the Lord’s good hand upon us, so that is ploughman shall overtake the reaper, the
          mountains shall drop sweet wine, and all he hills shall melt.
              First, I shall this morning endeavour to explain my text as a promise of revival; secondly, I shall take it as a
          lesson of doctrine; then as a stimulus for Christian exertion; and I shall conclude with a word of warning to
          those whose hearts are not given to Christ.
              I. First, I take the text as being A GREAT PROMISE OF SPIRITUAL REVIVAL. And here, in looking
          attentively at the text, we shall observe several ver pleasant things.
              1. In the first place, we notice a promise of surprising ingathering. According to he metaphor here used, the
          harvest is to be so great that, before the reapers can have fully gathered it in, the ploughman shall begin to plough
          for the next crop while the abundance of fruit shall be so surprising that before the treader of grapes can have
          trodden out all the juice of the vine, the time shall come for sowing seed. One season, by reason of the abundant
          fertility, shall run into another. Now you all know, beloved, what this means in the church. It prophecies that in
          the Church of Christ we shall see the most abundant ingathering of souls. Pharaoh’s dream has been enacted again
          in the last century. About a hundred years ago, if I may look back in my dream, I might have seen seven ears of
          corn upon one stalk, rank and strong; anon, the time of plenty went away, and I have seen, and you have seen, in
          your own lifetime, the seven ears of corn thin and withered in the east wind. The seven ears of withered corn have
          eaten up and devoured the seven ears of fat corn, and there has been a sore famine in the land. Lo, I see in
          Whitfield’s time, seven bullocks coming up from the river, fat and well-favoured, and since then we have lived to
          see seven lean kine come up from the same river; and lo! the seven lean kine have eaten up the seven fat kine, yet
          have they been none the better for all that they have eaten. We read of such marvellous revivals a hundred years
          ago, that the music of their news has not ceased to ring in our ears; but we have seen, alas, a season of lethargy,
          of soul-poverty among the saints, and of neglect among the ministers of God. The product of the seven years has
          been utterly consumed, and the Church has been none the better. Now, I take it, however, we are about to see the
          seven fat years again. God is about to send times of surprising fertility to his Church. When a sermon has been
          preached in these modern times, if one sinner has been converted by it, we have rejoiced with a suspicious joy; for
          we have thought it something amazing. But, brethren, where we have seen one converted, we may yet see
          hundreds; where the Word of God has been powerful to scores, it shall be blessed to thousands; and where
          hundreds in past years have seen it, nations shall be converted to Christ. There is no reason why we should not
          see all the good that God hath given us multiplied a hundred-fold; for there is sufficient vigour in the seed of the
          Lord to produce a far more plentiful crop than any we have yet gathered. God the Holy Ghost is not stinted in his
          power. When the sower went forth to sow his seed, some of it fell on good soil, and it brought forth fruit, some
          twenty fold, some thirty fold, but it is written, “Some a hundred fold.” Now, we have bee sowing this seed, and
          thanks be to God, I have seen it bring forth twenty and thirty fold; but I do expect to see it bring forth a hundred
          fold. I do rust that our harvest shall be so heavy, that while we are taking in the harvest, it shall be time to sow
          again; that prayer meetings shall be succeeded by the enquiry of souls as to what they shall do to be saved, and ere
          the enquirers’ meeting shall be done, it shall be time again to preach, again to pray; and then, ere that is over, there
          shall be again another influx of souls, the baptismal pool shall be again stirred, and hundreds of converted men
          shall flock to Christ. Oh! We never can be contented with going on as the churches have been during the last
          twenty years. I would not be censorious, but solemnly in my own heart I do not believe that the ministers of our
          churches have been free from the blood of men. I would not say a hard word if I did not feel compelled to do it,
          but I am constrained to remind our brethren that let God send what revival he may, it will not exonerate them
          from he awful guilt that rests upon them of having been idle and dilatory during the last twenty years. Let all be
          saved who live now; what about those that have been damned while we have been sleeping? Let God gather in
          multitudes of sinners, but who shall answer for the blood of those men who have been swept into eternity while
          we have been going on in our canonical fashion, content to go along the path of propriety, and walk around the
          path of dull routine, but never weeping for sinners, never agonizing for souls. All the ministers of Christ are not
          awake yet; but the most of them are. There has come a glad time of arousing, the trumpet has been set to their
          ear, and the people have heard the sound also, and times of refreshing are come from the presence of the Lord our
          God; but they have not come before they were needed, for much did we require them; otherwise surely the
          Church of Christ would have died away into dead formality, and if her name had been remembered, it would have
          been as a shame and a hissing upon the face of the earth.
              2. The promise then, seems to me to convey the idea of surprising ingatherings; and I think there is also the
          idea of amazing rapidity. Notice how quickly the crops succeed each other. Between the harvest and the
          ploughing there is a season even in our country; in the east it is a longer period. But here you find that no sooner
          has the reaper ceased his work, or scarce has he ceased it, ere the ploughman follows at his heels. This is a
          rapidity that is contrary to the course of nature; still it is quite consistent with grace. Our old Baptist churches in
          the country treat young converts with what they call summering and wintering. Any young believer who wants to
          join the church in summer, must wait till the winter, and he is put off from time to time, till it is sometimes five or
          six years before they admit him; they want to try him, and see whether he is fit to unite with such pious souls as
          they are. Indeed among us all there is a tendency to imagine that conversion must be a slow work that as the
          snail creeps slowly on its way, so must grace move very leisurely in the heart of man. We have come to believe
          that there is more true divinity in stagnant pools than in lightning flashes. We cannot believe for a moment in a
          quick method of travelling to the kingdom of heaven. Every man who goes there must go on crutches and limp all
          the way; but as for the swift beasts, as for the chariots whose axles are hot with speed, we do not quite understand
          and comprehend that. Now, mark, here is a promise given of a revival, and when that revival shall be fulfilled this
          will be one of the signs of it the marvellous growth in grace of those who are converted. The young convert shall
          that ver day come forward to make a profession of his faith; perhaps before a week has passed over his head you
          will hear him publicly defending the cause of Christ, and ere many months have gone you shall see him standing
          up to tell to others what God has done for his soul. There is no need that the pulse of the Church should for ever
          be so slow. The Lord can quicken her heart, so that her pulse shall throb as rapidly as the pulse of time itself; her
          floods shall be as the rushing of the Kishon when it swept the hosts of Sisera in its fury. As the fire from heaven
          shall the Spirit rush from the skies, and as the sacrifice which instantly blazed to heaven, so shall the Church burn
          with holy and glorious ardour. She shall no longer drive heavily with her wheels torn away, but as the chariot of
          Jehu, the son of Nimshi, she shall devour the distance in her haste. That seems to me to be one of the promises of
          the text the rapidity of the work of grace, so that the plougher shall overtake the reaper.
              3. But a third blessing is very manifest here, and one indeed which is simply given to us. Notice the activity of
          labour which is mentioned in the text. God does not promise that there shall be fruitful crops without labor; but
          here we find mention made of ploughmen, reapers, treaders of grapes, and sowers of seed; and all these persons
          are girt with singular energy. The ploughman does not wait, because saith he, the season has not yet come for me
          to plough, be seeing that God is blessing the land, he has his plough ready, and no sooner is one harvest shouted
          home than he is ready to plough again. And so with the sower; he has not to prepare his basket and to collect his
          seed; but while he hears the shouts of the vintage, he is ready to go out to work.
              Now, my brethren, one sign of a true revival, and indeed an essential part of it is the increased activity of
          God’s labourers. Why, time was when our ministers, thought that preaching twice on Sunday was the hardest
          work to which a man could be exposed. Poor souls, they could not think of preaching on a week-day, or if there
          was once a lecture, they had bronchitis, were obliged to go to Jerusalem and lay by, for they would soon be dead
          if they were to work too hard. I never believed in the hard work of preaching yet. We find ourselves able to
          preach ten or twelve times a week, and find that we are the stronger for it,–that in fact, it is the healthiest and
          most blessed exercise in the world. But the cry used to be, that our ministers were hardly done by, they were to be
          pampered and laid by, done up in velvet, and only to be brought out to do a little work occasionally, and then to
          be pitied when that work was done. I do not hear anything of that talk now-a-days. I meet with my brethren in the
          ministry who are able to preach day after day, day after day, and are not half so fatigued as the were; and I saw a
          brother minister this week who has been having meetings in his church every day, and the people have been so
          earnest that they will keep him ver often from six o’clock in the evening to two in the morning. “Oh!” said one of
          the members, “our minister will kill himself.” “Not he,” said I, “that is the kind of work that will kill no man. It is
          preaching to a sleepy congregation that kills good ministers, but not preaching to earnest people.” So when I saw
          him, his eyes were sparkling, and I said to him, “Brother, you do not look like a man who is being killed,” “Killed,
          my brother,” said he, “why I am living twice as much as I did before; I was never so happy, never so hearty,
          never so well.” Said he, “I sometimes lack my rest, and want my sleep, when my people keep me up so late, but it
          will never hurt me; indeed,” he said, “I should like to die of such a disease as that the disease of being so greatly
          blessed.” There was a specimen before me of the ploughman who overtook the reaper,–of one who sowed seed,
          who was treading on the heels of the men who were gathering in the vintage. And the like activity we have lived to
          see in the Church of Christ. Did you ever know so much doing in the Christian world before? There are
          grey-headed men around me who have known the Church of Christ sixty years, and I think they can bear me
          witness that they never knew such life, such vigour and activity, as there is at present. Everybody seems to have a
          mission, and everybody is doing it. There may be a great many sluggards, but they do not come across my path
          now. I used to e always kicking at them, and always being kicked for doing so. But now there is nothing to kick
          at every one is at work Church of England, Independents, Methodists, and Baptists there is not a single
          squadron that is behindhand; they have all their guns ready, and are standing, shoulder to shoulder, ready to make
          a tremendous charge against the common enemy. This leads me to hope, since I see the activity of God’s
          ploughmen and vine dressers, that there is a great revival coming,–that God will bless us, and that right early.
              4. We have not yet, however, exhausted our text. The latter part of it says, “The mountains shall drop sweet
          wine.” It is not a likely place for wine upon the mountains. There may be freshets and cataracts leaping down their
          sides; but who ever saw fountains of red wine streaming from rocks, or gushing out from he hills. Yet here we are
          told that, “The mountains shall drop sweet wine;” by which we are to understand that conversions shall take place
          in unusual quarters. Brethren, this day is this promise literally fulfilled to us. I have this week seen what I never
          saw before. It has been my lot these last six years to preach to crowded congregations, and to see many, many
          souls brought to Christ; it has been no unusual thing for us to see the greatest and noblest of the land listening to
          the word of God; but this week I have seen, I repeat, what mine eyes have never before beheld, used as I am to
          extraordinary things. I have seen the people of Dublin, without exception, from the highest to the lowest, crowd in
          to hear the gospel. I have known that my congregation has been constituted in a considerable measure of Roman
          Catholics, and I have seen them listening to the Word with as much attention as though they had been Protestants.
          I have seen men who never heard the gospel before, military men, whose tastes and habits were not likely to be
          those of the Puritanic minister, who have nevertheless sat to listen; nay, they have come again have made it a
          point to find the place where they could hear the best have submitted to be crowded, that the might press in to
          hear the Word, and I have never before seen such intense eagerness of the people to listen to the Gospel. I have
          heard, too, cheering news of work going on in the most unlikely quarters men who could not speak without
          larding their conversation richly with oaths have nevertheless come to hear the Word; they have listened, and
          have been convinced, and if the impression do not die away, there has been something done for them which they
          will not forget even in eternity. But the most pleasing thing I have seen is this, and I must tell it to you. Hervey
          once said, “Each floating ship, a floating hell.” Of all classes of men, the sailor has been supposed to be the man
          least likely to be reached by the gospel. In crossing over from Holyhead to Dublin and back two excessively
          rough passages-I spent the most pleasant hours that I ever spent. The first vessel that I entered, I found my hands
          ver heartily shaken by the sailors. I thought, “What can these sailors know of me?” and they were calling me
          “brother.” Of course, I felt that I was their brother too; but I did not know how they came to talk to me in that
          way. It was not generally the way for sailors to call ministers, brother. There was the most officious attention
          given, and when I made the enquiry “What makes you so kind?” “Why,” said one, “because I love your Master,
          the Lord Jesus.” I enquired, and found that out of the whole crew there were but three unconverted men; that
          though the most of them had been before without God, and without Christ, yet by a sudden visitation of the Spirit
          of God they had all been converted. I talked to many of these men, and more spiritual, heavenly-minded men I
          never yet saw. They have a prayer-meeting every morning before the boat starts, and another prayer-meeting after
          she comes to port; and on Sundays, when they lay-to off Kingstown or Holyhead, a minister comes on board and
          preaches the gospel; the cabins are crowded; service is held on deck when it can be; and said an eyewitness to me,
          “The minister preaches very earnestly, but I should like you to hear the men pray; I never heard such praying
          before,” said he, “they pray with such power, as only a sailor can pray.” My heart was lifted up with joy, to think
          of a ship being made a floating Church a very Bethel for God. When I came back by another ship I did not
          expect to see the like; but it was precisely the same. The same work had been going on. I walked among hem and
          talked to them. They all knew me. One man took out of his pocket an old leather covered book in Welch “Do
          you know the likeness of that man in front?” said he, “Yes,” I said, “I think I do: do you read these sermons?”
          “Yes, sir,” replied he, “we have had your sermons on board this ship, and I read hem aloud as often as I can. If
          we have a fine passage coming over, I get a few around me, and read hem a sermon.” Another man old me a story
          of a gentleman who stood laughing when a hymn was being sung; and one of the men proposed that they should
          pray for him. They did, and that man was suddenly smitten down, and began on the quay to cry for mercy, and
          plead with God for pardon. “Ah! Sir,” said the sailors, “we have the best proof that there is a God here, for we
          have seen this crew marvellously brought to a knowledge of the ruth; and here we are, joyful and happy men,
          serving the Lord.”
              Now, what shall we say of this, but that the mountains drop sweet wine? The men who were loudest with
          their oaths, are now loudest with their songs; those who were the most darling children of Satan, have become the
          most earnest advocates of the truth: for mark you, once get sailors converted, and there is no end to the good they
          can do. Of all men who can preach well, sailors are the best. The sailor has seen the wonders of God in the deep;
          the hardy British Tar has got a heart that is not made of such cold stuff as many of the hearts of landsmen; and
          when that heart is once touched, it gives great big beats; it sends great pulses of energy right through his whole
          frame; and with his zeal and energy what may he not do, God helping him and blessing him?
              5. This seems to be in the text that a time of revival shall be followed by very extraordinary conversion. But,
          albeit that in the time of revival, grace is put in extraordinary places, and singular individuals are converted, yet
          these are not a bit behind the usual converts; for if you notice the text does not say, “the mountains shall drop
          wine” merely, but they “shall drop sweet wine.” It does not say that the hill shall send forth little streams; but all
          the hills shall melt. When sinners, profligate and debauched persons, are converted to God, we say, “Well, it is a
          wonderful thing, but I do not suppose they will be very first class Christians.” The most wonderful thing is, that
          these are the best Christians alive; that the wine which God brings from the hills is sweet wine; that when the hills
          do melt they all melt. The most extraordinary ministers of any time, have been most extratordinary sinners before
          conversion. We might never have had a John Bunyan, if it had not have been for the profanity of Elstow Green;
          we might never have heard of a John Newton, if it had not have been for his wickedness on shipboard. I mean he
          would not have known the depths of Satan, nor the trying experience, nor even the power of divine grace, if he
          had not been suffered wildly to stray, and then wondrously to be brought back. These great sinners are not a whit
          behind the Church. Always in revival you will find his to be the case, that the converts are not inferior to the best
          of the converts of ordinary seasons that the Romanist, and the men who have never heard the gospel, when they
          are converted, are as true in their faith, as hearty in their love, as accurate in their knowledge, and as zealous in
          their efforts, as the est of persons who have ever been brought to Christ. “The mountains shall drop sweet wine,
          and all the hills shall melt.”
              II. I must now go on to the other point very briefly WHAT IS THE DOCTRINAL LESSON WHICH IS
          TAUGHT IN OUR TEXT: AND WHAT IS TAUGHT TO US BY A REVIVAL? I think it is just this,–that God
          is absolute monarch of the hearts of men. God does not say here if men are willing; but he gives an absolute
          promise of a blessing. As much as to say, “I have the key of men’s hearts; I can induce the ploughman to overtake
          the reaper; I am master of the soil however hard and rocky it may be I can break it, and I can make it fruitful.”
          When God promises to bless his Church and to save sinners, he does not add, “if the sinners be willing to be
          saved?” No, great God! Thou leadest free will in sweet captivity, and thy free grace is all triumphant. Man has a
          free will, and God does not violate it; but the free will is sweetly bound with fetters of the divine love till it
          becomes more free than it ever was before. The Lord, when he means to save sinners, does not stop to ask hem
          whether they mean to be saved, but like a rushing mighty wind the divine influence sweeps away every obstacle;
          the unwilling heart bends before the potent gale of grace, and sinners that would not yield are made to yield by
          God. I know this, if the Lord willed it, there is no man so desperately wicked here this morning that he would not
          be made now to seek for mercy, however infidel he might be; however rooted in his prejudices against the gospel,
          Jehovah hath but to will it, and it is done. Into thy dark heart, O thou who hast never seen the light, would the
          light stream; if he did but say, “Let there be light,” there would be light. Thou mayest bend thy fist and lift up thy
          mouth against Jehovah; but he is thy master yet thy master to destroy thee, if thou goest on in thy wickedness;
          but thy master to save thee now, to change thy heart and turn thy will, as he turneth the rivers of water.
              If it were not for this doctrine, I wonder where the ministry would be. Old Adam is too strong for young
          Melancthon. The power of our preaching is nought it can do nothing in the conversion of men by itself; men are
          hardened, obdurate, indifferent; but the power of grace is greater than the power of eloquence or the power of
          earnestness, and once let that power be put forth, and what can stand against it? Divine Omnipotence is the
          doctrine of a revival. We may not see it in ordinary days, by reason of the coldness of our hearts; but we must see
          it when these extraordinary works of grace are wrought. Have you never heard the Eastern fables of the dervish,
          who wished to teach to a young prince the fact of the existence of a God! The fable hath it, that the young prince
          could not see any proof of the Existence of a First Cause: so the dervish brought a little plant and set it before him,
          and in his sight the little plant grew up, blossomed, brought forth fruit, and became a towering tree in an hour. The
          young man lifted up his hands in wonder, and he said, “God must have done this.” “Oh, but,” said the teacher,
          thou sayst, “God has done this, because it is done in an hour: hath he not done it, when it is accomplished in
          twenty years?” It was the same work in both cases; it was only the rapidity that astonished his pupil. SO, brethren,
          when we see the church gradually built up and converted, we lose the sense perhaps of a present God; but when
          the Lord causes the tree suddenly to grow from a sapling to a strong tall monarch of the forest then we say, “This
          is God.” We are all blind and stupid in a measure, and we want to see sometimes some of these quick upgoings,
          these extraordinary motions of divine influence, before we will fully understand God’s power. Learn, then, O
          Church of God to-day, this great lesson of the nothingness of man, and the Eternal All of God. Learn, disciples of
          Jesus, to rest on him: look for your success to his power, and while you make your efforts, trust not in your
          efforts, but in the Lord Jehovah. If ye have progressed slowly, give him thanks for progress; but if now he pleases
          to give you a marvellous increase, multiply your songs, and sing unto him that worketh all things according to the
          counsel of his will.
              III. I now desire, with great earnestness, as the Holy Ghost shall help me, to make the text A STIMULUS
              The duty of the Church is not to be measured by her success. It is as much the minister’s duty to preach the
          gospel in adverse times as in propitious seasons. We are not to think, if God withholds the dew, that we are to
          withhold the plough. We are not to imagine that, if unfruitful seasons come, we are therefore to cease from sowing
          our seed. Our business is with act, not with result. The church has to do her duty, even though that duty should
          bring her no present reward. “If they hear thee not, Son of man, if they perish they shall perish, but their blood
          will I not require at thine hands.” If we sow the seed, and the birds of the air devour it, we have done what we
          were commanded to do, and the duty is accepted even though the birds devour the seed. We may expect to see a
          blessed result, but even if it did not come we must not cease from duty. But while this is true so far, it must
          nevertheless be a divine and holy stimulant to a gospel labourer, to know that God is making him successful. And
          in the present day we have a better prospect of success than we ever had, and we should consequently work the
          harder. When a tradesman begins business with a little shop at the corner, he waits a while to see whether he will
          have any customers. By-and-bye his little shop is crowded; he has a name; he finds he is making money. What
          does he do? He enlarges his premises; the back yard is taken in and covered over; there are extra men employed;
          still the business increases, but he will not invest all his capital in it till he sees to what extent it will pay. It still
          increases, and the next house is taken, and perhaps the next: he says, “This is a paying concern, and therefore I
          will increase it.” My dear friends, I am using commercial maxims, but they are common-sense rules, and I like to
          talk so. There are, in these days, happy opportunities. There is a noble business to be done for Christ. Where you
          used to invest a little capital, a little effort, and a little donation, invest more. There never was such heavy interest
          to be made as now. It shall be paid back in the results cent, per cent; nay, beyond all that you expected you shall
          see God’s work prospering. If a farmer knew that a bad year was coming, he would perhaps only sow an acre or
          two; but if some prophet could tell him, “Farmer, there will be such a harvest next year as there never was,” he
          would say, “I will plough up my grass lands, I will stub up those hedges: ever inch of round I will sow.” So do
          you. There is a wondrous harvest coming. Plough up your headlands; root up your hedges; break up your fallow
          ground, and sow, even amongst the thorns. Ye know not which shall prosper, this or that; but ye may hope that
          they shall be alike good. Enlarged effort should always follow an increased hope of success.
              And let me give you another encouragement. Recollect that even when this revival comes, an instrumentality
          will still be wanted. The ploughman is wanted, even after the harvest, and the treader of grapes is wanted,
          however plentiful the vintage; the greater the success the more need of instrumentality. They began at first to think
          in the North of Ireland that they could do without ministers; but now that the gospel is spread, never was there
          such a demand for the preachers of the gospel as now. Proudly men said in their hearts, “God has done this
          without the intervention of man.” I say, they said it proudly, for there is such a thing as proud humility; but God
          made them stoop. He made them see that after all he would bless the Word through his servants that he would
          make the ministers of God “mighty to the pulling down of strongholds.” Brothers and sisters, you need not think
          that if better times should come, the world will do without you. You will be wanted. “A man shall be precious as
          the gold of Ophir.” They shall take hold of your skirts, and they shall say, “Tell us what we must do to be saved.”
          They shall come to your house; they shall ask your prayers; they shall demand your instructions; and you shall
          find the meanest of the flock become precious as a wedge of gold. The ploughman shall never be so much
          esteemed as when he follows after the reaper, and the sower of seed never so much valued as when he comes at
          the heels of those that tread the grapes. The glory which God puts upon instrumentality should encourage you to
          use it.
              And now I beseech and intreat you, my dear brothers and sisters, inhabitants of this great City of London, let
          not this auspicious gale pass away without singular effort. I sometimes fear lest the winds should blow on us, and
          we should have our sails all furled, and therefore the good ship should not speed. Up with the canvas now. Oh!
          Put on ever stitch of it. Let every effort be used, while God is helping us. Let us be earnest co-workers with him.
          Methinks I see the clouds floating hither; they have come from the far west, from the shore of America; they have
          crossed the sea, and the wind has wafted them till the green isle received the showers in its northern extremity. Lo!
          the clouds are just now passing over Wales, and are refreshing the shires that border on the principality. The rain
          is falling on Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire; divine grace is distilling, and the clouds are drawing nearer and
          nearer to us. Mark, my brethren, they tarry not for men, neither stay they for the sons of men. They are floating
          o’er our heads to-day. Shall they float away, and shall we still be left as dry as ever? ‘Tis yours to-day to bring
          down he rain, though ’tis God’s to send the clouds. God has sent this day over this great city a divine cloud of his
          grace. Now, ye Elijahs, pray it down! To your knees, believers, to your knees. You can bring it down, and only
          you. “For this thing will I be enquired of by the house of Israel to do it for them.” “Prove me now herewith,” saith
          the Lord of hosts, “and see if I will not open the windows of heaven, and give you such a blessing that you shall
          not have room to contain it.” Will you lose the opportunity, Christians? Will you let men be lost for want of effort?
          Will you suffer this all-blessed time to roll away unimproved? If so, the Church of one thousand eight hundred and
          sixty is a craven Church, and is unworthy of its time; and he among you, men and brethren, that has not an
          earnest heart to-day, if he be a Christian, is a disgrace to his Christianity. When there are such times as these, if
          we do not every man of us trust in the plough, we shall indeed deserve the worst barrenness of soul that can
          possibly fall upon us. I believe that the Church has often been plagued and vexed by her God, because when God
          has favoured her she has not made a proper use of the favour. “Then,” saith he, “I will make thee like Gilboa; on
          thy mount there shall be no dew; I will bid the clouds that they rain no more rain upon thee, and thou shalt be
          barren and desolate, till once again I pour out the Spirit from on high.” Let us spend this week ins special prayer.
          Let us meet together as often as we can, and plead at the throne; and each man of you in private be mighty with
          your God, and in public be diligent to your efforts to ring your fellow-men to Christ.
              IV. I have done, when I have uttered a WORD OF WARNING to those of you who know not Christ.
              I am aware that I have many here on Sabbath mornings who never were in the habit of attending a place of
          worship at all. There is many a gentleman here to-day, who would be ashamed in any society, to confess himself a
          professor of religion. He has never perhaps, for a long time heard the gospel preached; and now there is a strange
          sort of fascination that has drawn him here. He came the first time out of curiosity perhaps to make a joke at the
          minister’s expense; he has found himself enthralled; he does not know how it is, but he has been all this week
          uneasy, he has been wanting to come again, and when he goes away to-day, he will be watching for next Sabbath.
          He has not given up his sins, but somehow they are not so pleasurable as they used to be. He cannot swear as he
          did; if an oath comes out edgeways, it does not roll out in the round form it used to do: he knows better now.
          Now, it is to such persons that I speak. My dear friends, allow me to express my hearty joy that you are here, and
          let me also express the hope that you are here for a purpose you do not as yet understand. God has a special
          favour to you, I do trust, and therefore he has brought you here. I have frequently remarked, that in any revival of
          religion, it is not often the children of pious parents that are brought in, but those who never knew anything of
          Christ before. The ordinary means are usually blessed to those who constantly attend hem; but the express effort,
          and the extraordinary influence of the Spirit, reach those who were outside the pale of nominal Christians, and
          made no profession of religion. I am I hopes it may meet you. But if you should despise the Word which you have
          heard; if the impression that has been made and you know it has been made should die away, one of the most
          awful regrets you will ever have when you come to your right sense and reason in another world will be the feeling
          that you had an opportunity, but that you neglected it. I cannot conceive a more doleful wail than that of the man
          who cries at last in hell, “The harvest is past there was a harvest; summer is ended there was a summer and
          I am not saved.” To go to perdition in ordinary times is hell; but to go from under the sound of an earnest
          ministry, where you are bidden to come to Christ, where you are entreated with honest tears to come to Jesus to
          go there after you have been warned is to go not to hell merely, but to the ver hell of hell. The core and marrow
          of damnation is reserved for men who hear the truth, and feel it too, but yet reject it, and are lost. Oh! My dear
          hearer, this is a solemn time with you. I pray that God the Holy Spirit may remind you that it may be now or
          never with you. You may never have another warning, or if you have it, you may row so hardened that you may
          laugh at it and despise it. My brother, I beseech thee, by God, by Christ Jesus, by thine own immortal welfare,
          stop and think now whether it be worth while to throw away the hallowed opportunity which is now presented to
          thee. Wilt thou go and dance away thine impressions, or laugh them out of thy soul? Ah! man, thou mayest laugh
          thyself into hell, but thou canst not laugh thyself out of it.
              There is a turning point in each man’s life when his character becomes fixed and settled. That turning point
          may be to-day. It may be that there shall be some solemn seat in this hall, which is a man knew its history he
          would never sit in it,–a seat in which a man shall sit and hear the Word, and shall say, “I will not yield; I will resist
          the impression; I will despise it; I will have my sins, even if I am lost for them.” Mark your seat, friend, before
          you go; make a blood-red stain across it, that next time we come here we may say, “Here a soul destroyed itself.”
          But I pray the rather that God the Holy Spirit may sweetly whisper in thy heart “Man, yield, for Jesus invites
          thee to come to him.” Oh, may my Master smile into your face this morning, and say, “I love thy soul; trust me
          with it. Give up thy sins; turn to me.” O Lord Jesus, do it! And men shall not resist thee. Oh! Show them thy love,
          and they must yield. Do it, O thou Crucified One, for thy mercy’s sake! Send forth thine Holy Spirit now, and
          bring the strangers home; and in this hall grant thou, O Lord, that many hearts may be fully resigned to thy love,
          and to thy grace!

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