Songs of Deliverance
Written by: Spurgeon, C.H. Posted on: 03/31/2003
Songs of Deliverance
by C. H. SPURGEON,
"They that are delivered from the noise of archers in the places of drawing water, there shall they
rehearse the righteous acts of the Lord, even the righteous acts toward the inhabitants of his villages in
Israel: then shall the people of the Lord go down to the gates."Judges 5:11.
DEBORAH sang concerning the overthrow of Israel's enemies, and the deliverance vouchsafed to the
tribes: we have a far richer theme for music; we have been delivered from worse enemies, and saved
by a greater salvation. Let our gratitude be deeper; let our song be more jubilant. Glory be unto God,
we can say that our sins, which were like mighty hosts, have been swept away, not by that ancient
river, the river Kishon, but by streams which flowed from Jesus' side. Oar great enemy has been
overcome, and his head is broken. Not Sisera, but Satan has been overthrown: the "seed of the woman has
bruised his head" for ever. We are now ransomed from the galling yoke; we walk at liberty through the power of
the great Liberator, the Lord Jesus.
The results which accrued from the conquest achieved by Barak, are upon a small scale similar to those which
come to us through the deliverance wrought out by the Lord Jesus Christ. I shall take our text and spiritualize it,
viewing its joyous details as emblematic of the blessings granted to us through our Redeemer. Those who went to
draw water at the wells after Barak's victory, were no longer disturbed by the robbers who lurked at the fountains
for purposes of plunder; and instead of drawing the water by stealth and in hasty fear, the women joined their
voices around the well head, and sang of the mighty acts of God; and the citizens who had been cooped up within
the town walls, and dared not show themselves in the suburbs, ventured beyond the gates into the open country,
transacted their business openly, and enjoyed the sweets of security. I think we can readily see that this is an
instructive type of the condition into which our Lord Jesus Christ has brought us, through the destruction of our
sins and the overthrow of the powers of darkness.
We shall, this morning, first, for a little time, think of the wells of salvation as cleared of enemies; then we
shall talk together upon the songs of praise to be rehearsed at the wells; and, thirdly, we shall have a little to say
upon the visitation of the gates, which we can now enjoy with safety.
I. Our text tells us of WELLS CLEARED FROM THE FOE, and speaks of those who "are delivered from the
noise of archers in the places of drawing water."
We thank God that we who are the children of the Most High, have wells to go to. The world is a wilderness;
say what we will of it, we cannot make it into anything else. "This is not our rest; it is polluted." We are passing
through the desert of earth to the Promised Land of heaven, but we praise God that we have wells to drink of on
the road. As Israel drank at Elim, and as the patriarchs drank at Beersheba, so have we wells of salvation, out of
which we joyfully draw the living water. Our great inexhaustible well is the Lord Jesus Christ. He is, indeed, the
great "deep that lieth under," the "deep that coucheth beneath," the secret spring and source from which the crystal
streams of life flow, through the wells of instrumentality and ordinance. "All my fresh springs are in thee."
Whenever we come to the Lord Jesus Christ, we drink and are refreshed. No thirst can abide where he is. "He
that drinketh of the water that I shall give him," saith he, "shall never thirst." Glory be to his name, we know the
truth of this
"I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in him."
As often as we muse upon his person, commune with him in holy fellowship, think of his wounds, triumph in his
ascension, and long for his second advent, so often doth our spirit drink of the water of the well of Bethlehem, and
we lift up our head.
Arising out of this greatest fountain, we have wells from which we draw the waters of comfort. First there is
this book, this golden book, this book of God, this god of books, the word of God, with its thousands of promises,
suitable to every case, applicable to all seasons, faithful and true, yea and Amen in Christ Jesus. Oh! how
frequently when we have been fainting and ready to die, we have found that promise true, "I will pour water upon
him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground I" when we have turned to the word, and searched there and
found the promise, and fed upon it, as one that findeth great spoil have we rejoiced in God's word. The doctrines
of this book are inexpressibly reviving to us. He that understandeth them shall find them to be a well of life and
comfort. I need not instance those doctrines, for you know them, you feed upon them, they are your daily bread.
Beloved, when we think of God's eternal love to his people, when we meditate upon redemption by blood, when
we consider the truth of effectual calling by the Holy Spirit, when we remember the immutable faithfulness of the
Most High, the covenant suretyship of our Lord Jesus, when we look forward to the perfection which will be
ultimately ours, and to the haven of eternal rest to which every one of the Lord's people shall be brought, we do
indeed find that
"Here in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And our soul shall thirst no more."
As the word read is thus precious, so is the word preached. If we listen to one whom God helps to speak in
his name, we shall often find ourselves returning from the place of worship in a very different state from that in
which we entered it. How often have you lost your burdens when you have been sitting in the assembly of the
saints! I know, ye feeble ones, ye have oftentimes been refreshed; ye have bowed yourselves down to Siloah's
brook that flows hard by the oracle of God, and as you drank of its cooling streams, you have felt as though you
could face the enemy once more, and go back to a world of toil and trouble, strong for labor, and patient for the
endurance of suffering. Happy are ye to whom the word has come with demonstration of the Spirit and with
power. The fruitful lips of the preacher who speaks experimentally, who speaks clearly, who speaks of that which
he has tasted and handled of the good word of truththese sanctified lips, I say, "drop as the rain," and "distil as
the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb." The mouth of the righteous becometh a well of life unto the
people of God.
So, my brethren, it is also with the well of the ordinances. I think we shall never forget the time when we
drew water out of the well of baptismwhen we were baptized into the name of the Father, and of the Son, and
of the Holy Ghost, upon our profession of faith. We found believers' immersion to be a most instructive emblem
of our death, burial, and resurrection with the Lord Jesus; and we have not forgotten, to this day, that we then
avowed ourselves to be dead to the world, dead to the law, dead to self, dead with Christ; nor has the thought of
resurrection with Jesus, as typified by the uplifting out of the pool, been forgotten by us. We know and feel that
we are dead, and our life is hid with Christ in God, and we rejoice that he "hath raised us up together, and made
us sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus." The recollection of that happy day when we gave ourselves up
publicly and unreservedly to Jesus, is still fragrant. Oh! how sweet to sing humbly but heartily
"'Tis done! the great transaction's done;
I am my Lord's, and he is mine:
He drew me, and I followed on,
Charm'd to confess the voice divine."
So with the Lord's Supper. My witness is, and I think I speak the mind of many of God's people now present,
that coming as some of us do, weekly, to the Lord's table, we do not find the breaking of bread to have lost its
significanceit is always fresh to us. I have often remarked on Lord's-day evening, whatever the subject may
have been, whether Sinai has thundered over our heads, or the plaintive notes of Calvary have pierced our hearts,
it always seems equally appropriate to come to the breaking of bread. Shame on the Christian church that she
should put it off to once a month, and mar the first day of the week by depriving it of its glory in the meeting
together for fellowship and breaking of bread, and showing forth of the death of Christ till he come. They who
once know the sweetness of each Lord's-day celebrating his Supper, will not be content, I am sure, to put it off to
less frequent seasons. Beloved, when the Holy Ghost is with us, ordinances are wells to the Christian, wells of rich
comfort and of near communion.
But I must not forget the mercy seat. What a well that is to the Christian when he can draw nigh unto God
with true heart! It is a glorious thing to have such a well as that in the family, where, in prayer with the children,
you can bring all the necessities of the household before God, and mention each child if you will, and all the
troubles of the past, or all the expected difficulties of the coming day. Let us never give up that well. But, as for
private prayer, brethren, this world were drear indeed if we could not pour out our sorrows into our Father's ear.
This is the poor man's riches; this is the sick man's medicine; this is the faint man's cordial; this is the weak one's
strength; this is the ignorant man's school; this is the strong man's confidence. Neglect prayer, and you will soon
discover that all your spiritual powers wax weak; but be much in supplicationand he that is mighty on his knees,
is mighty everywhere. He that looketh God in the face every morning, will never fear the face of man; and he who
looketh Christ in the face each evening, may well close his eyes in sweet repose, feeling that, if he should never
wake to this world of care, he shall wake up in the likeness of his Lord. Oh, yes! the mercy seat is a well of
refreshment indeed! Over and above this, every form of fellowship with Jesus, wrought in us by the Spirit, is a
well of salvation. This is an unknown thing to the ungodly, he entereth not into this secret; but you, my fellow
Christians, know what communion with God means, for ofttimes, even when we are in business, or taken up with
the world's cares, our hearts are away with our Beloved on the mountains of myrrh and in the beds of spices; we
get us away from the world's toils to lean our head upon his bosom, to set in his banqueting-house, and see the
love-banner waving over our heads. Beloved, we are no strangers to Jesus Christ, blessed be his name, and he is
no stranger to us; we have seen him through the lattices of the ordinances; we have found the means of grace to
be like windows of agate and gates of carbuncle, through which we have beheld him; we have him in our hearts
full often, he embraces our soulwe carry the fire of his love flaming on the altar of our affections. He is our dear
companion, our ever present help in time of trouble.
Thus have I mentioned some of the wells. Now, concerning them all, it may be said, that they can never be
stopped up by our foes. We read that in old times the enemies stopped up the wells, but neither hell nor its infernal
train can ever fill up one of the wells which the Lord has digged and filled by his Spirit. If outward ordinances be
stopped, yet the great deep that lieth under will find a vent somewhere; and if we were forbidden to draw near to
the Lord's table, or to meet to listen to the word, yet, blessed be God, we could pray, and we could have secret
fellowship with Jesus, and so the wells could not so be stopped that the thirsty Christian should be deprived of his
drink in due season.
Moreover, as they cannot be stopped, so neither can they be taken away from us. The Philistine king,
Abimelech, strove with Abraham and with Isaac to take away the wells; but these are ours by covenant
engagements, these are given to us in the eternal council, they are guaranteed to us by the solemn league of the
eternal Three; and none of these covenant blessings shall be wrested from the heirs of life, who are heirs of all
things in Christ Jesus.
Though these fountains cannot be stopped up or taken away, yet we can be molested in coming near to them.
It seems that archers and wells frequently go together. It was the blessing of Joseph"Joseph is a fruitful bough,
even a fruitful bough by a well; whose branches run over the wall." But what next? "The archers have sorely
grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him." And so in the text: here are wells, but there is the noise of archers,
which greatly disturbs those who go to draw water. Brethren and sistersI think you know, but I will refresh your
memoriesyou know what the noise of archers has been to you when you have tried to draw water. Years ago,
with some of us, our sins were the archers that shot at us when we would fain come to Christ and drink of his
salvation. When we bowed the knee in prayer, a fiery arrow would dart into our hearts"How dare you pray?
God heareth not sinners!" When we read the word of God, another barbed shaft would be shot against us"What
hast thou to do with God's word? There can be no promise there for such as thou art. Knowest thou not that thou
art a condemned sinner, and that book curses thee solemnly? Turn away from it, of what service can it be to
thee?" Do you not remember how you were wont to come up to this house sighing for comfort, and though the
preacher frequently invited you to Christ, and tried to exhibit a crucified Saviour before your eyes, yet the noise of
the archers prevented you drawing from the well? Arrow after arrow of remorse, conviction, terror, and alarm,
pierced your soul, so that you could not obtain peace with God. You used to envy the very least of the Lord's
people when you saw them rejoicing in Christ, while you could not so much as hope yourself. You were told to
believe, but faith seemed impossible to you. You were hidden to rest upon the finished work, but you only could
say, "I would, but cannot trust." The twanging of the bow and the whizzing of the shaft were a terrible noise
which prevented all drawing of water; while sometimes Satan beat the big hell drum in your ears: "The wrath to
come! The wrath to come! The wrath to come!" And as you thought about the judgment day, and the great white
throne, and the resurrection, and the dividing of the sheep from the goats, and the "Depart, ye cursed," and the
everlasting fire, and all the terrors of a dread eternity, divested of every beam of hope, it seemed impossible for
you to draw water out of any one of the wells, though perhaps you tried them all, and tried them again and again,
as I did, year after year, and yet could not obtain so much as a single drop to cool your parched tongue, while it
seemed as if it would cleave to the roof of your mouth in utter despair. Ah! but beloved, you are delivered from
the noise of archers now; your sins which are many, are forgiven you; now you can come to Jesus, now you can
come to the ordinances, now you can read the Bible, now you can hear the word, and you find that God's paths
drop fatness. There is to you a river, the streams whereof make glad all your powers. Oh! how precious now these
wells have become, because you can in unmolested peace draw water; and though sometimes the devil would fain
shoot at you, yet you know you have a glorious shield, who is the Lord's anointed, and has turned away all wrath
from you, so that none can lay anything to your charge, for you are accepted in the Beloved, justified by faith, and
have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Will not you who are delivered from the noise of archers in
the places of drawing water, bless the Lord?
But I should not wonder if since that first race of archers called sins has died out, some of you have been
much molested by another tribe of bowmen, who a great deal trouble me at times, namely, the archers called
doubts and fears. These sad villains will, if they can, attack every soul that desires to enjoy the means of grace
and the grace of the means. "Ah!" says Satan, even to God's child, "remember your slips and your failings!
Recollect your shortcomings, your slackness in prayer, your indifference to God's glory, your hardness of heart!
How can you think of receiving a promise?" Just as you are going to grasp some divine word out of your Bible and
suck out its honey, it seems as though something smote your hand, and you were obliged to drop the text
altogether, lest you should be acting presumptuously. No hymn of joyful assurance suited you, but you began
"'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought,
Do I love the Lord or no?
Am I his or am I not?"
It is poor work coming to the Lord's table when you are afraid that you are none of his; it is wretched work even
listening to the ministry when you dare not claim the precious things which are delivered; yes, and even the word
of God is a comfortless book when you cannot feel that you have a saving interest in its promises. Yet I thank
God, when our faith is in exercise, and our hope is clear, we can see our interest in Christ; we come to him just as
we came at first, and cast ourselves wholly upon him. Then we no longer fear the archers, but are rid of every
fear; we "know whom we have believed, and are persuaded that he is able to keep that which we have committed
unto him;" and, no longer disturbed by our enemies, we sit by the well's brink, and are refreshed.
Yet, I should not wonder if another band of archers has sometimes attacked you when you have been at the
wells, namely, your cares. Dear mother, the thought of the children at home, has frequently disturbed your
devotions in the assembly of the saints. Good friend engaged in business, you do not always find it easy to put a
hedge between Saturday and Sunday. The cares of the week will stray into the sacred enclosure of the day of rest,
and thus the cruel archers worry you. Ay, and perhaps in the case of those of us who are engaged in God's work,
even our solemn engagements enlist against us a set of archers unknown to others; I mean anxieties about the right
conducting of services, and arranging the various departments of the church. We become, like Martha, cumbered
with much serving, even though we are serving the Lord Jesus Christ himself, and this deprives us of the delightful
sitting at his feet, which is heaven below. It is well to be able to cast all our cares on him who careth for us, and
thus, by an act of faith in our heavenly Father, to be delivered from the noise of these archers.
One thing you have, dear friends, for which you cannot be too thankful, namely, you have a deliverance from
the archers of ecclesiastical discord. We have peace within our borders. We have not this bickering and that
division, we are not divided brother against brother, as some of our churches are, which are rent by schisms, torn
in pieces by stripes, which might well cause them great searchings of heart; when we do come together, we come
to edify one another in peace, for we love each other in the Lord. We have not to lament that the house of God is
a place of our sorest wounding; it is to us a place of restwhere our best friends, our kindred dwell, where God
our Saviour reigns. We are delivered from that noise of archers at church-meetings; and you who know how
sharply some can shoot, may well be glad of rest.
Again, we are happily delivered from political persecutions. We have not to set scouts upon the mountains,
as the covenants of old, when they met in some lonely glen for worship. We have not to put one of the deacons at
the door to warn us when the constables were coming to arrest us, as the members of this very church did
according to our records, in years gone by. The minister has not to escape and hide himself from the officers, and
the members have no need to hasten to their homes like scattered sheep, hunted by the wolf in the form of an
armed band, but every man under his own vine and fig tree we sit, none making us afraid, for which we are not
thankful enough, I am quite sure. May God grant that, recollecting our peaceful privileges in being now screened
from persecutions, from ecclesiastical troubles, from carnal cares, from inward doubts, and above all, from the
plague of sin, we may be like those who in the days of Deborah, were delivered from the noise of archers in the
places of the drawing of water.
Enough upon that, only make sure that you pay your need of gratitude to your gracious God. This reminding
you of your mercies I am afraid is dull work to some of you, but if you had them taken away, you would think
differently. One might almost sigh for a brush of persecution to wake some of you up! Just a little salt cast here
and there to make some of the sore places smart! Surely we go to sleep unless the whip be now and then laid on.
A stake or two at Smithfield might once again give back the old fire of enthusiasm to the church, but in these
warm sunny days we forget our mercies. We go to sleep upon the bench, instead of tugging at the oar; and when
we ought to be serving God with all our might and soul, I fear that the most of us who are saved are dreaming our
lonely way to heaven, indifferent to a very great extent to the glory of
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