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church to be injured by its enemies, or overwhelmed by its foes; and he is

not short of means for turning aside the way of the wicked, or of turning it

upside down. In two ways he usually accomplishes his end: sometimes by

the confusion of the persecutor, and at others in a more blessed manner, by

his conversion. Sometimes he confuses and confounds his enemies; he

makes the diviner mad; he lets the man who comes against him be utterly

destroyed, suffers him to drive on to his own destruction, and then at last

turns round in triumphant derision upon the man who hoped to have said

aha! aha! to the church of God. But at other times, as in this case, he

converts the persecutor. Thus, he transforms the foe into a friend; he

makes the man who was a warrior against the gospel, a soldier for it. Out

of darkness he bringeth forth light; out of the eater he getteth honey, yea,

out of stony hearts he raiseth up children unto Abraham. Such was the case

with Saul. A more furious bigot it is impossible to conceive. He had been

bespattered with the blood of Stephen when they stoned him to death: so

officious was he in his cruelty, that the men left their clothes in the charge

of a young man named Saul. Living at Jerusalem, in the college of

Gamaliel, he constantly came in contact with the disciples of the Man of

Nazareth; he laughed at them, he reviled them as they passed along the

street; he procured enactments against them, and put them to death; and

now, as a crowning point, this ware-wolf, having tasted blood, becomes

exceeding mad, determines to go to Damascus, that he may glut himself

with the gore of men and women; that he may bind the Christians, and

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bring them to Jerusalem, there to suffer what he considered to be a just

punishment for their heresy, and departure from their ancient religion. But

oh! how marvelous was the power of God! Jesus stays this man in his mad

career: just as with his lance in rest he was dashing against Christ, Christ

met him, unhorsed him, threw him on the ground, and questioned him,

“Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?” He then graciously removed his

rebellious heart-gave him a new heart and a right spirit-turned his aim and

object-led him to Damascus-laid him prostrate for three days and nightsspoke

to him-made mystic sounds go murmuring through his ears-set his

whole soul on fire; and when at last he started up from that three day’s

trance, and began to pray, then it was that Jesus from heaven descended,

came in a vision to Ananias, and said, “Arise, and go into the street which

is called Straight, and inquire in the house of Judas for one called Saul, of

Tarsus: for, behold, he prayeth.”

First, our text was an announcement: “Behold he prayeth.” Secondly, it

was an argument: “For, behold, he prayeth.” Then, to conclude, we will

try to make an application of our text to your hearts. Though application is

the work of God alone, we will trust that he will be pleased to make that

application while the word is preached this morning.

behold, he prayeth.” Without any preface, let me say that this was the

announcement of a fact which was noticed in heaven, which was joyous to

the angels, which was astonishing to Ananias, and which was a novelty to

Saul himself.

It was the announcement of a fact which was noticed in heaven. Poor Saul

had been led to cry for mercy, and the moment he began to pray God

began to hear. Do you not notice, in reading the chapter, what attention

God paid to Saul. He knew the street where he lived: “Go to the street that

is called Straight.” He knew the house where he resided: “Inquire at the

house of Judas.” He knew his name; it was Saul. He knew the place where

he came from: “Esquire for Saul of Tarsus.” And he knew that he had

prayed. “Behold, he prayeth.” Oh! it is a glorious fact that prayers are

noticed in heaven. The poor broken-hearted sinner climbing up to his

chamber, bends his knee, but can only utter his wailing in the language of

sighs and tears. Lo! that groan has made all the harps of heaven thrill with

music, that tear has been caught by God and put into the lachrymatory of

heaven, to be perpetually preserved. The suppliant, whose fears prevent his

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words, will be well understood by the Most High. He may only shed one

hasty tear; but “prayer is the falling of a tear.” Tears are the diamonds of

heaven; sighs are a part of the music of Jehovah’s throne; for though

prayers be

So are they likewise, the

Let me dilate on this thought a moment. Prayers are noticed in heaven. Oh!

I know what is the case with many of you. You think, “If I turn to God, if I

seek him, surely I am so inconsiderable a being, so guilty and vile, that it

cannot be imagined he would take any notice of me “My friends, harbour

no such heathenish ideas. Our God is no God who sits in one perpetual

dream, nor doth he clothe himself in such thick darkness that he cannot

see; he is not like Baal, who heareth not. True, he may not regard battles;

he cares not for the pomp and pageantry of kings; he listens not to the

swell of martial music; he regards not the triumph and pride of man, but

wherever there is a heart big with sorrow, wherever there is an eye

suffused with tears, wherever there is a lip quivering with agony, wherever

there is a deep groan, or a penitential sigh, the ear of Jehovah is wide open;

he marks it down in the registry of his memory; he puts our prayers, like

rose leaves, between the pages of his book of remembrance, and when the

volume is opened at last, there shall be a precious fragrance springing up

therefrom. Oh! poor sinner, of the blackest and vilest character, thy prayers

are heard, and even now God hath said of thee, “Behold he prayeth.”

Where was a barn? Where was it-in the closet? Was it at thy bedside this

morning, or in this hall? Art thou now glancing thine eye to heaven? Speak,

poor heart. Did I hear thy lips just now mutter out “God have mercy on

me, a sinner? “I tell thee, sinner, there is one thing which doth outstrip the

telegraph. You know we can now send a message and receive an answer in

a few moments; but I read of something in the Bible more swift than the

electric fluid. “Before they call I will answer, and while they are speaking I

will hear.” So then, poor sinner, thou art noticed: yea, thou art heard by

him that sitteth on the throne.

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Again, this was the announcement of a fact joyous to heaven. Our text is

prefaced with “Behold,” for, doubtless, our Savior himself regarded it with

joy. Once only do we read of a smile resting on the countenance of Jesus,

when lifting up his eye to heaven, he exclaimed, “I thank thee, O Father,

Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise

and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes: even so, Father; for so it

seemed good in thy sight.” The Shepherd of our souls rejoices in the vision

of his sheep securely folded, he triumphs in spirit when he brings a

wanderer home. I conceive that when he spoke these words to Ananias,

one of the smiles of paradise must have shone from his eyes. “Behold,” I

have won the heart of my enemy; I have saved my persecutor; even now he

is bending the knee at my footstool, “Behold he prayeth.” Jesus himself led

the song, rejoicing over the new convert with singing. Jesus Christ was

glad, and rejoiced more over that lost sheep than over ninety and nine that

went not astray.

And angels rejoiced too. Why, when one of God’s elect is born, angels

stand around his cradle. He grows up, and runs into sin, angels follow him,

tracking him all his way, they gaze with sorrow upon his many wanderings;

the fair Peri drops a tear whene’er that loved one sins. Presently the man is

brought under the sound of the gospel. The angel says, “Behold, he begins

to hear.” He waits a little while, the word sinks into his heart, a tear runs

down his check, and at last he cries from his inmost soul, “God have mercy

upon me!” See! the angel claps his wings, up he flies to heaven, and says,

“Brethren angels, list to me: ‘Behold, he prayeth.’” Then they set heaven’s

bells ringing; they have a Jubilee in glory; again they shout with gladsome

voices, for verily I tell you, “there is joy in heaven among the angels of

God over one sinner that repenteth.” They watch us till we pray, and when

we pray, they say, “Behold, he prayeth.”

Moreover, my dear friends, there may be other spirits in heaven that

rejoice, besides the angels. Those persons are our friends who have gone

before us. I have not many relations in heaven, but I have one whom I

dearly love, who, I doubt not, often prayed for me. For she nursed me

when I was a child and brought me up during part of my infancy, and now

she sits before the throne in glory-suddenly snatched away. I fancy she

looked upon her darling grandson, and as she saw him in the ways of sin,

of vice, and folly; she could not look with sorrow, for there are no tears in

the eyes of glorified ones, she could not look with regret, because they

cannot know such a feeling before the throne of God; but ah! that moment

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when by sovereign grace, I was constrained to pray, when all alone I bent

my knee and wrestled, methinks I see her as she said, “Behold, he prayeth;

behold, he prayeth.” Oh! I can picture her countenance. She seemed to

have two heavens for a moment, a double bliss, a heaven in me as well as

in herself,-when she could say, “Behold, he prayeth “Ah! young man, there

is your mother walking the golden streets She is looking down upon you

this hour. She nursed you, on her breast you lay when but a child, and she

consecrated you to Jesus Christ. From heaven, she has been watching you

with that intense anxiety which is compatible with happiness; this morning

she is looking upon you. What sayest thou, young man? Does Christ by his

Spirit say in thine heart, “Come unto me?” Dost thou drop the tear of

repentance? Methinks I see thy mother as she cries, “Behold, he prayeth.”

Once more she bends before the throne of God and says, “I thank thee, O

thou evergracious one, that he who was my child on earth, has now

become thy child in light.”

But, if there is one in heaven who has more joy than another over the

conversion of a sinner, it is a minister, one of God’s true ministers. Oh, my

hearers, ye little think how God’s true ministers do love your souls.

Perhaps ye think it is easy work to stand here and preach to you. God

knows, if that were all, it were easy work, but when we think that when we

speak to you, your salvation or damnation in some measure depends upon

what we say-when we reflect that if we are unfaithful watchmen, your

blood will God require at our hands-oh, good God, when I reflect that I

have preached to thousands in my lifetime, many thousands, and have

perhaps said many things I ought not to have said, it startles me, it makes

me shake and tremble. Luther said he could face his enemies but could not

go up his pulpit stairs without his knees knocking together. Preaching is

not child’s play, it is not a thing to be done without labor and anxiety it is

solemn work, it is awful work if you view it in its relation to eternity. Ah!

how God’s minister prays for you! If you might have listened under the

eaves of his chamber window, you would have heard him groaning every

Sunday night over his sermons because he had not spoken with more

effect, you would have heard him pleading with God, “Who hath believed

our report? To whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?” Ah, when he

observes you, from his rest in heaven-when he sees you praying, how will

he clap his hands and say, “Behold, the child thou hast given me! behold,

he prays.” I am sure when we see one brought to know the Lord, we feel

very much like one who has saved a fellow creature from being drowned.

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There is a poor man in the flood; he is going down, he is sinking, he must

be drowned, but I spring in, grasp him firmly, lift him on the shore, and lay

him on the ground; the physician comes; he looks at him, he puts his hand

upon him, and says, “I am afraid he is dead.” We apply all the means in our

power, we do what we can to restore life. I feel I have been that man’s

deliverer, and oh, how I stoop down and put my ear beside his mouth! at

last, I say he breathes! he breathes!” What pleasure there is in that thought!

He breathes; there is life still. So when we find a man praying, we shout-he

breathes; he is not dead; he is alive; for while a man prays he is not dead in

trespasses and sins; but is brought to life, is quickened by the power of the

Spirit. “Behold, he prayeth.” This was joyful news in heaven, as well as

being noticed by God.

Then in the next place, this was an event most astonishing to men Ananias

lifted up both his hands in amazement. “O my Lord, I should have thought

anybody would pray but that man! Is it possible!” I do not know how it is

with other ministers, but sometimes I look upon such-and-such individuals

in the congregation, and I say, “Well, they are very hopeful; I think I shall

have them. I trust there is a work going on, and hope soon to hear them

tell what the Lord has done for their souls.” Soon, perhaps, I see nothing

of them, and miss them altogether; but instead thereof, my good Master

sends me one of whom I had no hope-an outcast, a drunkard, a reprobate,

to the praise of the glory of his grace. Then I lift up my hands in

astonishment, thinking, “I should have thought of anybody rather than

you.” I remember a circumstance which occurred a little while ago. There

was a poor man about sixty years old; he had been a rough sailor, one of

the worst men in the village; it was his custom to drink, and he seemed to

be delighted when he was cursing and swearing. He came into the chapel,

however, one Sabbath day, when one nearly related to me was preaching

from the text concerning Jesus weeping over Jerusalem. And the poor man

thought, “What! did Jesus Christ ever weep over such a wretch as I am?”

He thought he was too bad for Christ to care for him. At last he came to

the minister, and said, “Sir, sixty years have I been sailing under the colors

of the devil; it is time I should have a new owner; I want to scuttle the old

ship and sink her altogether; then I shall have a new one, and I shall sail

under the colors of Prince Immanuel.” Ever since that moment that man

has been a praying character, walking before God in all sincerity. Yet he

was the very last man you would have thought of. Somehow God does

choose the last men, he does not care for the diamond, but he picks up the

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pebble stones for he is able, out of “stones, to raise up children unto

Abraham.” God is more wise than the chemist: he not only refines gold, but

be transmutes base metal into precious jewels; he takes the filthiest and the

vilest, and fashions them into glorious beings, makes them saints, whereas

they have been sinners, and sanctifies them, whereas they have been

unholy.

The conversion of Saul was a strange thing; but, beloved, was it stranger

than that you and I should have been Christians? Let me ask you if any

body had told you, a few years ago, that you would belong-to a church and

be numbered with the children of God, what would you have said? “Stuff

and nonsense! I am not one of your canting methodists; I am not going to

have any religion; I love to think and do as I like.” Did not you and I say

so? and how on earth did we get here? When we look at the change that

has passed over us, it appears like a dream. God has left many in our

families who were better than we were, and why has he chosen us? Oh! is

it not strange? might we not lift up our hands in astonishment, as Ananias

did and say, “Behold, behold, behold, it is a miracle on earth, a wonder in

heaven?”

The last thing I have to say here, is this-this fact was a novelty to Saul

himself. “Behold, he prayeth.” What is there novel in that? Saul used to go

up to the temple twice a day, at the hour of prayer. If you could have

accompanied him, you would have heard him speak beautifully, in words

like these: “Lord, I thank thee I am not as other men are; I am not an

extortioner, nor a publican; I fast twice in the week, and give tithes of all I

possess” and so on. Oh! you might have found him pouring out a fine

oration before the throne of God. And yet it saith-”Behold, he prayeth.”

What! had he never prayed before? No, never. All he had ever done before

went for nothing; it was not prayer. I have heard of an old gentleman, who

was taught, when a child, to pray, “Pray God bless my father and mother,”

and he kept on praying the same thing for seventy years when his parents

were both dead. After that it pleased God, in his infinite mercy, to touch

his heart, and he was led to see that, notwithstanding his constancy to his

forms, he had not been praying at all; he often said his prayers, but never

prayed. So it was with Saul. He had pronounced his magniloquent

orations, but they were all good for nothing. He had prayed his long

prayers for a pretense; it had all been a failure. Now comes a true petition,

and it is said, “Behold he prayeth.” Do you see that man trying to obtain a

hearing from his Maker? How he stands! He speaks Latin and blank verse

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before the Almighty’s throne; but God sits in calm indifference paying no

attention. Then the man tries a different style, procures a book, and

bending his knee again, prays in a delightful form the best old prayer that

could ever be put together but the Most High disregards his empty

formalities. At last the poor creature throws the book away, forgets his

blank verse, and says, “O Lord, hear, for Christ’s sake.” “Hear him,” says

God, “I have heard him “There is the mercy thou hast sought. One hearty

prayer is better than ten thousand forms. One prayer coming from the soul

is better than a myriad cold readings. As for prayers that spring from the

mouth and head only, God abhors them; he loves those that come deep

from the heart. Perhaps I should be impudent if I were to say that there are

hundreds here this morning who never prayed once in their lives. There are

some of you who never did. There is one young man over there, who told

his parents when he left them, that he should always go through his form of

prayer every morning and night. But he is ashamed, and he has left it off.

Well, young man, what will you do when you come to die? Will you have

“the watchword at the gates of death?” Will you “enter heaven by prayer?”

No, you will not; you will be driven from God’s presence, and be cast

away.

was an argument, first of all, for Ananias’ safety. Poor Ananias was afraid

to go to Saul; he thought it was very much like stepping into a lion’s den.

“If I go to his house,” he thought, “the moment he sees me, he will take me

to Jerusalem at once, for I am one of Christ’s disciples, I dare not go.”

God says, “Behold, he prayeth.” “Well,” says Ananias, “that is enough for

me. If he is a praying man, he will not hurt me; if he is a man of real

devotion, I am safe.” Be sure you may always trust a praying man. I do not

know how it is, but even ungodly men always pay a reverence to a sincere

Christian. A master likes to have a praying servant after all, if he does not

regard religion himself, he likes to have a pious servant, and he will trust

him rather any other. True, there are some of your professedly praying

people that have not a bit of prayer in them. But whenever you find a really

praying man, trust him with untold gold; for if he really prays, you need not

be afraid of him. He who communes with God in secret, may be trusted in

public. I always feel safe with a man who is a visitor to the mercy-seat. I

have heard an anecdote of two gentlemen traveling together, somewhere in

Switzerland. Presently they come into the midst of the forests, and you

know the gloomy tales the people tell about the inns there, how dangerous

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it is to lodge in them. One of them, an infidel, said to the other, who was a

Christian, “I don’t like stopping here at all, it is very dangerous indeed.”

“Well,” said the other, “let us try.” So they went into a house, but it looked

so suspicious that neither of them liked it; and they thought they would

prefer being at home in England. Presently the landlord said, “Gentlemen, I

always read and pray with my family before going to bed, will you allow

me to do so night?” “Yes,” they said “with the greatest pleasure. When

they went up stairs, the infidel said, “I am not at all afraid now.” “Why?”

said the Christian. “Because our host has prayed.” “Oh!” said the other,

“then it seems, after all, you think something of religion; because a man

prays, you can go to sleep in his house.” And it was marvelous how both

of them did sleep. Sweet dreams they had, for they felt that where the

house had been roofed by prayer, and walled with devotion, there could

not be found a man living that would commit an injury to them. This, then,

was an argument to Ananias, that he might go with safety to Saul’s house.

But more than this there was an argument for Paul’s sincerity. Secret

prayer is one of the best tests of sincere religion. If Jesus had said to

Ananias, “Behold, he preacheth,” Ananias would have said, “that he may

do, and yet be a deceiver.” If he had said, “He is gone to a meeting of the

church,” Ananias would have said “He may enter there as a wolf in sheep’s

clothing.” But when he said, “Behold, he prayeth,’’ that was argument

enough. A young person comes and tells me about what he has felt and

what he has been doing. At last I say, “kneel down and pray.” “I would

much rather not.” “Never mind, you shall.” Down he falls on his knees, he

has hardly a word to say: he begins groaning and crying, and there he stays

on his knees till at last he stammers out, “Lord have mercy upon me a

sinner-I am the greatest of sinners; have mercy upon me!” Then I am a

little more satisfied, and I say, “I did not mind all your talk, I wanted your

prayers.’’ But oh! if I could trace him home; if I could see him go and pray

alone then I should feel sure; for he who prays in private is a real Christian.

The mere reading of a book of daily devotion will not prove you a child of

God; if you pray in private, then you have a sincere religion a little religion,

if sincere, is better than mountains of pretense. Home piety is the best

piety. Praying will make you leave off sinning, or sinning will make you

leave of praying. Prayer in the heart proves the reality of conversion. A

man may be sincere, but sincerely wrong. Paul was sincerely right.

“Behold, he prayeth,” was the best argument that his religion was right. If

any one should ask me for an epitome of the Christian religion, I should say

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it is in that one word-”prayer.” If I should be asked, “What will take in the

whole of Christian experience?” I should answer, “prayer.” A man must

have been convinced of sin before he could pray, he must have had some

hope that there was mercy for him before he could pray. In fact, all the

Christian virtues are locked up in that word, prayer, Do but tell me you are

a man of prayer and I will reply at once, “Sir, I have no doubt of the

reality, as well as the sincerity, of your religion.” But one more thought,

and I will leave this subject. It was a proof of this man’s election, for you

read directly afterwards, “Behold, he is a chosen vessel.” I often find

people troubling themselves about the doctrine of Election. Every now and

then I get a letter from somebody or other taking me to task for preaching

election. All the answer I can give is, “There it is in the Bible; go and ask

my Master why he put it there. I cannot help it. I am only a serving man,

and I tell you the message from above, If I were a footman I should not

alter my Master’s message at the door. I happen to be an ambassador of

heaven, and I dare not alter the message I have received. If it is wrong,

send up to head quarters. There it is, and I cannot alter it.” This much let

me say in explanation. Some say. “How can I discover whether I am God’s

elect? I am afraid I am not God’s elect.” Do you pray? If it can be said,

“Behold, he prayeth,” it can also be said, “Behold he is a chosen vessel

“Have you faith? If so, you are elect. Those are the marks of election. If

you have none of these you have no grounds for concluding that you

belong to the peculiar people of God. Have you a desire to believe? Have

you a wish to love Christ? Have you the millionth part of a desire to come

to Christ? And is it a practical desire? Does it lead you to offer earnest,

tearful supplication? If so, never be afraid of non-election; for whoever

prays with sincerity, was ordained of God before the foundation of the

world, that he should be holy and without blame before Christ in love.

before I send you away this morning I regret that I cannot better enter into

the subject; but my glorious Master requires of each of us according to

what we have, not according to what we have not. I am deeply conscious

that I fail in urging home the truth so solemnly as I ought; nevertheless,

“my work is with God and my judgment with my God,” and the last day

shall reveal that my error lay in judgment, but not in sincere affection for

souls. First, allow me to address the children of God. Do you not see, my

dear brethren, that the best mark of our being sons of God is to be found in

our devotion? “Behold, he prayeth.” Well then, does it not follow, as a

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natural consequence that the more we are found in prayer the brighter will

our evidences be? Perhaps you have lost your evidence this morning; you

do not know whether you are a child of God or not, I will tell you where

you lost your confidence-you lost it in your closet. Whenever a Christian

backslides, his wandering commences in his closet. I speak what I have felt.

I have often gone back from God-never so as to fall finally, I know, but I

have often lost that sweet savor of his love which I once enjoyed. I have

had to cry,

I have gone up to God’s house to preach, without either fire or energy; I

have read the Bible, and there has been no light upon it, I have tried to

have communion with God, but all has been a failure. Shall I tell where that

commenced? It commenced in my closet. I had ceased, in a measure, to

pray. Here I stand, and do confess my faults; I do acknowledge that

whene’er I depart from God it is there it doth begin. Oh Christians, would

you be happy? Be much in prayer. Would you be victorious? Be much in

prayer.

Mrs. Berry used to say, “I would not be hired out of my closet for a

thousand worlds.” Mr. Jay said, “If the twelve apostles were living near

you, and you had access to them, if this intercourse drew you from the

closet, they would prove a real injury to your souls.” Prayer is the ship

which bringeth home the richest freight. It is the soil which yields the most

abundant harvest. Brother, when you rise in the morning your business so

presses, that with a hurried word or two, down you go into the world, and

at night, jaded and tired, you give God the fag end of the day. The

consequence is, that you have no communion with him. The reason we

have not more true religion now, is because we have not more prayer. Sirs,

I have no opinion of the churches of the present day that do not pray. I go

from chapel to chapel in this metropolis, and I see pretty good

congregations; but I go to their prayer meetings on a week evening, and I

see a dozen persons. Can God bless us? Can he pour out his Spirit upon us,

while such things as these exist? He could, but it would not be according to

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the order of his dispensation, for he says, “When Zions travails she brings

forth children.” Go to your churches and chapels with this thought, that

you want more prayer. Many of you have no business here this morning.

You ought to be in your own places of worship. I do not want to steal

away the people from other chapels; there are enough to hear me without

them. But though you have sinned this morning, hear while you are here, as

much to your profit as possible. Go home and say to your minister, “Sir,

we must have more prayer.” Urge the people to more prayer. Have a

prayer meeting, even if you have it all to yourself; and if you are asked how

many were present, you can say “Four.” “Four! how so?” “Why, there was

myself, and God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost; and

we have had a rich and real communion together.” We must have an

outpouring of real devotion or else what is to become of many of our

churches. Oh! may God awaken us all, and stir us up to pray, for when we

pray we shall be victorious. I should like to take you, this morning, as

Sampson did the foxes, tie the firebrands of prayer to you, and send you in

among the shocks of corn till you burn the whole up. I should like to make

a conflagration by my words, and to set all the churches on fire till the

whole has smoked like a sacrifice to God’s throne. If you pray, you have a

proof that you are a Christian; the less you pray, the less reason have you

to believe your Christianity; and if you have neglected to pray altogether,

then you have ceased to breathe, and you may be afraid that you never did

breathe at all.

And now my last word is to the ungodly. Oh, sirs! I could fain wish myself

anywhere but here; for if it be solemn work to address the godly, how

much more when I come to deal with you. We fear lest on the one hand we

should so speak to you, as to make you trust in your own strength; while

on the other hand, we tremble lest we should lull you into the sleep of sloth

and security. I believe most of us feel some difficulty as to the most fit

manner to preach to you-not that we doubt but that the gospel is to be

preached-but our desire is so to do it, that we may win your souls. I feel

like a watchman, who, while guarding a city, is oppressed with sleep; how

earnestly does he strive to arouse himself, while infirmity would overcome

him. The remembrance of his responsibility bestirs him. His is no lack of

will, but of power; and so I hope all the watchmen of the Lord are anxious

to be faithful, while at the same time they know their imperfection. Truly

the minister of Christ will feel like the old keeper of Eddystone lighthouse.

Life was failing fast, but summoning all his strength, he crept round once

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more to trim the lights before he died. O may the Holy Spirit enable us to

keep the beacon fire blazing, to warn you of the rocks, shoals, and

quicksands, which surround you and may we ever guide you to Jesus, and

not to free-will or creature merit. If my friends knew how anxiously I have

sought divine direction in the important matter of preaching to sinners,

they would not feel as some of them do, when they fancy I address them

wrongly. I want to do as God bids me, and if he tells me to speak to the

dry bones and they shall live, I must do it, even if it does not please others;

otherwise I should be condemned in my own conscience, and condemned

of God. Now with all the solemnity that none can summon, let me say that

a prayerless soul is a Christless soul. As the Lord liveth, you who never

prayed are without God, without hope, and strangers from the

commonwealth of Israel. You who never know what a groan is, or a falling

tear, are destitute of vital godliness. Let me ask you, sirs, whether you have

ever thought in what an awful state you are? You are far from God, and

therefore God is angry with you; for “God is angry with the wicked every

day.” Oh sinner I lift thine eyes, and behold the frowning countenance of

God, for he is angry with you. And I beseech you, as you love yourselves,

just for one moment contemplate what will become of you, if living as you

are ye should at last die without prayer. Don’t think that one prayer on

your death-bed will save you. Death-bed prayer is a death bed farce

generally, and passes for nothing. It is a coin that will not ring in heaven

but is stamped by hypocrisy, and made of base metal. Take heed, sirs. Let

me ask you, if you have never prayed, what will you do? It were a good

thing for you, if death were an eternal sleep; but it is not. If you find

yourself in hell, oh, the racks and pains! But I will not harrow up your

feelings by attempting to describe them. May God grant you never may feel

the torments of the lost. Only conceive that poor wretch in the flames who

is saying, “Oh for one drop of water to cool my parched tongue!” See how

his tongue hangs from between his blistered lips! how it excoriates and

burns the roof of his mouth, as if it were a firebrand. Behold him crying for

a drop of water. I will not picture the scene. Suffice it for me to close up

by saying, that the hell of hells will be to thee poor sinner, the thought, that

it is to be forever. Thou wilt look up there on the throne of God, and it

shall be written “for ever!” When the damned jingle the burning irons of

their torments, they shall say, “for ever!” When they howl, echo cries for

ever!”

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Doleful thought! “If I could but get out, then I should be happy. If there

were a hope of deliverance, then I might be peaceful, but I am here for

ever!” Sirs, if ye would escape eternal torments, if ye would be found

amongst the numbers of the blessed, the road to heaven can only be found

by prayer-by prayer to Jesus, by prayer for the Spirit, by supplication at his

mercy-seat. “Turn ye, turn ye, why will ye die, O house of Israel. As I live

saith the Lord, I have no pleasure in the death of him that dieth, but had

rather that he should turn unto me and live.” “The Lord is gracious and full

of compassion.” Let us go unto him and say, “He shall heal our

backslidings, he shall love us freely and forgive us graciously, for his Son’s

name’s sake.” Oh! if I may but win one soul to-day, I will go home

contented. If I may but gain twenty, then I will rejoice. The more I have,

the more crowns I shall wear. Wear! No, I will take them all at once, and

cast them at Jesus’ feet, and say, “Not unto me, but unto thy name be all

the glory, for ever.”