DELIVERED BY C. H. SPURGEON,




                        ON LORD’S-DAY EVENING, APRIL 25TH, 1875.


     “When the morning arose, then the angels hastened Lot.”-Genesis 19:15.


I WILL not spend even a minute in considering whether these were divine

persons veiled in angelic form, or whether they were actually angels. In

either case, I should make the same remark, and lead to the same practical

result. Let us learn from these angels how to do our work. “Unto the

angels hath he not put in subjection the world to come, whereof we speak.”

As a rule, they are not sent to be the means of saving men. They are not

called to be teachers, or preachers, or pastors; but, on this occasion, they

were sent to bring Lot out of Sodom; and we may take them as exemplars

in our endeavors to win souls for Christ.


How did these angels do their work? Well, first, they went to Lot’s house;

they got at Lot himself; and if we want to be the means of saving men, we

must, somehow or other, get at them. I have seen the fishermen, in the

Scotch rivers, stand right down in the water while they are fishing, and I

believe that is the best way to fish, and if we stand right down amongst

you, and come to you in your homes, we shall be likely to be the means of

blessing to your souls.


The angels told Lot very distinctly what was going to happen in Sodom.

They did not mince the matter, but revealed what its doom was to be. The

city was to be destroyed, and he must get out of it, or else he also would

be destroyed. In like manner, we too must warn men of their danger; and

we must not at all flinch even if we have to utter words that have a very

harsh sound about them, for love does not manifest itself by lying, smooth

utterances, but by speaking the truth, speaking even most threatening words,

yet mixing sobs with them, predicting most sorrowful judgments in a most

sorrowful tone.


After these angels had told Lot the truth about his peril, they were not

content with doing that, but began pressing and urging him to flee out of

the doomed city: “The angels hastened Lot;” and when that hastening did

not seem to be sufficient to convince him, they laid hands upon him, and

upon his wife, and upon his daughters. And if, my brother, you and I, saved

ourselves, wish to be the means of saving others, we must not merely tell

them the old, old story, however simply, and earnestly, and often we tell it;

but we must come to wrestling with them. We must plead with them, we

must weep over them, and we must make up our minds that, if we cannot

break their hearts, we will break our own; and if we cannot get them to flee

out of Sodom, at any rate it shall not be because we did not labor with all

our might to bring them out. Oh, that we might be as clear of the blood of

as men as these angels were clear concerning the fate of Lot’s wife! We

shall not be able to rescue them all; even the angels did not do that. Lot’s

wife was a signal example of a person perishing after the best possible

instruction, and Lot’s son-in-law were examples of how, with some men,

the most earnest pleading may only end in mockery. Yes, dear friend, we

cannot wonder if some reject our message when so many rejected the

teaching of the Master Himself; but we must so deliver it that, at any rate, if

they do refuse it, the blame shall lie entirely at their own door.

The special point in the angelic ministry, to which I desire to call your

attention on this occasion, is the fact that they hastened Lot; and I am

going to use that fact in two ways. First, I will try to show you that the

righteous need to be hastened, for Lot was a righteous man,

notwithstanding his imperfections; and, secondly, that sinners — of whom,

being in Sodom, Lot had become a type, sinners especially need

earnest hastening. We must try not only to preach about these two things,

but to do them, as the Holy Spirit shall help us.


I. So my first remark is, that EVEN THE RIGHTEOUS NEED TO BE


In what? Well, in almost everything good, for Dr. Watts well said, —


“Look how we grovel here below,

Fond of these trifling toys;

Our souls can neither fly nor go

To reach eternal joys;” —

and old Francis Quarles, in one of his emblems, writes, —

“When our dull souls direct our thoughts to thee,

As slow as snails are we:

But at the earth we dart our wing’d desire;

We burn, we burn like fire.”

Some Christians need quickening even concerning common matters of

Christian duty. I used to know a man, — he is dead now, — who

professed to have been converted for forty years, yet he had never made a

profession of his faith, in baptism, though he believed it to be his duty to do

so. When I stirred him up a little concerning his neglect, he said to me, “He

that believeth shall not make haste;” but I replied, “That is a shameful

perversion of Scripture; you profess to have been converted for forty years,

yet you have not obeyed your Savior’s command.” I explained to him the

meaning of the text which he had so wickedly perverted, and them I said to

him, “David says, ‘I made haste, and delayed not to keep thy

commandments.’ That is a more suitable text for you.” Why, if that good

brother had been baptized that very day on the next morning before

breakfast, I do not think he could have been considered guilty of any haste

after the long time that he had waited. Some people, when they are young,

know that they ought to unite themselves with the Church of God, but they

put it off; and when they grow older, they seem confirmed in continuing in

a condition which is not a right one for a Christian.

I do not lay undue stress upon baptism, as though it were the main thing in

a Christian’s life; still, it is an important matter, in which some Christians

need hastening, as they take such a long time over it. It seems to me that

half the beauty of obedience consists in obeying the command at once.

Suppose you have a boy, and you say to him, “John, I want you to go on

an errand,” and he says, “Very,- well, father, I will go next week;” what

sort of a lad is he? Suppose he says, “Yes, father, I really mean to go, but

not until to-morrow;” is not that virtually disobedience? Call it what you

may, delaying to obey is disobedience. Has it ever struck you, door friends,

that, when you postpone attendance to a duty, you sin in the

postponement? How many times do you sin?” I cannot calculate. If it is a


duty you ought to do at this hour, yet you put it off hour after hour, do you

not sin as many times as there are hours in which you delay? Perhaps it

would be even more correct, to say that, for every moment that a duty is

neglected, there is a sin every time the clock ticks; certainly, you are

keeping on in one long-continued act of sin, and thereby provoking God to


Neglect of duty is continuous sin. Let that little sentence abide in your

memory, and let it get down into your heart, and irritate you into prompt

obedience, for there are some of you, who seem to fancy that, when you

have mace up your minds to do a certain thing, and have good intentions

concerning it, you have practically done the thing, and need not trouble

yourself any further about it. But it is not so, for “to him that knoweth to

do good, and doeth it not, to him” — particularly, and above other men,

— “it is sin.” There was a certain prince of Monaco, who left instructions

that this inscription should be put on his grave, “Here lies So-and-so,

prince of Monaco, a man of good intentions.” That was all he could say

about himself. He had not done anything, but he had intended to do

something; and this is the epitaph that will have to be put over some of you

unless you turn intention into action. But what is this but a confession that

you have the responsibility of knowing what you ought to do, but you lack

either the manliness, or the grace, or something else to impel you to do

what you ought long ago to have done? As the angels hastened Lot, so, my

Christian brother, who art slow to move in the path of duty, would I hasten

thee. Lie not down to-night with any duty undischarged if thou canst

attend to it to-night; rest not while there are any arrears of obedience due

to thy God. Even when thou hast done all thy duty, thou wilt be but an

unprofitable servant to thy God; but what shall be said of thee if precept

after precept shall be left neglected? At any rate, be not so foolish as to

imagine that intending to obey it the same thing as having really obeyed the

commandment of thy God.

Some Christians also need hastening concerning coming out from the

world, and taking up the place of separation. Lot was in sinful Sodom, and

the great concern of the angels was to get him out of it. There are many

righteous men still in Sodom; they have never thoroughly taken their place

with Christ “without the camp, bearing his reproach.” Many a Christian

knows that there is a higher spiritual life than he, has ever yet reached. He

feels that his standard is too low, and that his household is too much

conformed to the world in its manners and customs. He knows that his


business is not conducted as his Lord and Master would wish it to be, and

he intends that these things shall all be set right some time or other.

Possibly, there is one person in the household of whom he it afraid. If that

person should, in the order of God’s providence, be removed, then the way

would be cleared for him to make the necessary alteration, or it may be that

there is one engagement which has been made, which he thinks must be

fulfilled, and after that is over things will take quite a different complexion.

My dear brother, wherever you may be just now, I do charge you, before

the living God, never palter with your convictions, and never postpone the

coming away from sin and the world until it shall be more convenient for

you. Do you not see what it is that you thus say to the Lord? “I will follow

Jesus when it pleases me; I will follow him when it will not cost me

anything; I will follow him when everybody will clap hands at my doing it;

but when the task is difficult, I must decline it.” That is very like the talk of

a rebel, not like the talk of a true disciple of our blessed Lord. Oh, that you

might have the grace to say, —

“‘Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,

I’ll follow where he goes;’ —

“fashionable or unfashionable, condemned or applauded, loved or hated, I

will take up the cross for Christ and be as he would have me to be in the

midst of an ungodly world.” The angels are hastening you to this decision,

dear brother, as once they hastened the lingering Lot to escape from sinful


Again, many good men need hastening with regard to their attempts to be

of servants to others. Lot went to his sons in-law, to try to persuade them

to leave Sodom; but, though the morning light was beginning to break, and

Sodom’s doom was imminent, he did not hurry to conduct his wife and

daughters out of the doomed places. It is wonderful how long Christians

linger over the work of seeking the conversion of their own children. I

know, dear friend, that you have resolved in your heart to pray with your

boy; you say that you mean to do it, yet you never seem to screw yourself

up to the decisive point. I know, dear mother, that you do not intend that

your daughter Jane shall go away from home until you have talked with her

about her soul, and set forth Christ to her. You have that new Bible ready

to give to her as a kind of help to you — a thin end of the wedge — that

you may have some reason for getting her alone, and talking to fuel. But

why do you keep putting it off so? Should it ever be hard work for a


mother to talk with her own child about her soul? Yet, to some parents,

this is a very difficult task. Should it ever be hard, good woman, for a wife

to put her arms about her unconverted husband’s neck, and plead with him

to see to his soul’s affairs, and lay hold on eternal life! Yet, perhaps, you

feel as if you cannot do it; you know that you ought, but you cannot.

Should it ever be hard, dear sister, for you to talk to that brother of yours,

who scoffs so much at sacred things that he often hurt your feelings? I

know it does seem hard, but ought it to be so? You love him, and if you

knew that he was in any bodily danger, you would not hesitate to warn

him; and now that you know that he is in spiritual and eternal peril, do not,

I pray you, delay to give the warning word. “I mean to do so;” says one.

Yes, you mean to, but I want you to do it to-night. “But perhaps I may not

have a suitable opportunity tonight.” Well, if there should be no

opportunity to-night, you may be excused; but do not make a pretext, let it

be a genuine want of opportunity that alone will excuse you; and, for

common humanity’s sake, far more for Christ’s sake, for his dear wounds

sake, do seek immediately the salvation of all that are round about you.

The angels hastened Lot, so what can I do to hasten you? You will

probably find your task a great deal easier than you think, and you may

receive a response that you little expect. I believe that, in nine cases out of

ten, when a Christian begins to speak thus to his unsaved friend, the friend

gratefully says, “I have been long expecting you to speak to me about my

soul; have is it that you have not done it before?”

I will tell you what happened in a case with which I was personally

connected. There was a young man, whose minister used to come to his

father’s house very frequently, and this young man was in great distress of

soul. Every time the minister came in, the young man used to say to

himself, “I hope Mr. So-and-so will speak to me about my soul to-day.” He

put himself in the minister’s way, but the minister never spoke to him as he

wished and hoped. After a time, that young man went to another place of

worship, and there found the Lord. He told his father, and the father told

the minister, and then the minister came to see him, and said, “My dear

brother, I am glad to hear that you have been converted; I have always felt

anxious about you.” “Have you?” asked the young man. “Yes, I have,”

replied the minister. “But, sir, you never said a word to me to show that

you were anxious.” There the interview ended, and I am afraid that they

have had little esteem for one another ever since, and I know that the

young man and, “When I was converted, the minister wanted to get me


into his church; but as long as I was unconverted, he never made the

slightest effort to win me to Christ. “I should not like to have that said of

any minister here present, and I should not like to hear that you are always

looking after other people’s sheep. Those is a certain denomination which

is constantly engaged in stealing the sheep that are in other flocks; it would

be much better if such people would ask the Lord, by his almighty grace, to

turn lions into lambs and sheep, so that they might gather their own flocks.

That is the proper spirit in which all Christians should act; so, dear brethren

and sisters in Christ let us without delay set about the task of endeavoring,

in the name and in the strength of God, to bring our relatives and neighbors

to the Lord Jesus Christ.

Putting a great many things under this general head, I may say that

Christians need hastening all round. Occasionally, I hear or read remarks

about the great excitement caused by our brethren Moody and Sankey in

their evangelistic services, but I must confess that I have failed to see the

excitement, although I have been to several of their meetings. We

Londoners do not know anything about real religious excitement; we have

not begun to be excited yet, though I pray God that we soon may. I would

like to see such a stir, all over the metropolis, that the press would rave and

rage about our fanaticism, and I shall not believe that God has done very

much among us until we are accused of something like that. We are

enjoying a spiritual spring-time; we have heard the cuckoo, and have seen

one swallow, but we must not, yet say that the summer has come. Our

friends from America have done something, but little compared with what

we ought to desire, and pray for, and expect; little indeed compared with

what we shall see if we are but true to God. We still need the angels to

come and hasten lingering Lots; may we be hastened ourselves!

Why is it that Christians need so mulch hastening? The best answer I can

make is, that their spirit is willing, but their flesh is weak. Another reason

is, that it is easier to run fast at first than to keep on at a rapid pace; and

perhaps they have found their breath failing them. If so, may they drink in

fresh air from the upper realm! Some Christians, too, are passing through

the Enchanted Ground, the air of which Bunyan says made the pilgrims

sleepy. Some Christian brethren appear to have taken up their residence in

that perilous place. In the case of others, the prevailing langour in the

hearts of so many professing Christians tends to make them idle, just as, in

a chilly atmosphere, we are colder than we should be if our surroundings

were warmer. I fear that some Christians need quickening for God’s


service because they have so much to do for themselves. The shop shutters

are down so long that there is little time for anything but business, and the

ledger is such a big book that it quite hides the Bible. Some, on the other

hand, need to be hastened because they have not anything to do. Of the

two things, it is better to have too much to do than to have nothing to do;

and those people, who do not know how to occupy their time, are often

the most difficult to move to anything like earnestness in spiritual things.

Whatever may be the cause of the lingering, ministers are bound to be

continually hastening God’s people onward in the spiritual life and warfare.

Under what great obligations we are brethren! We are not our own, we are

bought with a price. How much Christ had done for us, brethren! What

manner of persons ought we to be! What a destiny awaits us! Ought we

not to walk worthily of that which is to be our heritage? See how fast time

is dying. We cannot make up for that which we have already lost, but let us

lose no more. See how rapidly our cemeteries are being crowded; and dare

even to look down, and see how hell is being thronged with souls that have

perished through ignorance. See how Christ’s name is being constantly

blasphemed, and how little power the ministry of the gospel seems to have,

and what great power we find attending erroneous teaching. Oh, may God

quicken us, dear friends! Sometimes, when I look at myself, and look at my

fellow-Christians, I can scarcely believe that we can be the result of such a

great work as God has been carrying on. In Amsterdam, I went into

workshops where great wheels and much machinery were at work cutting

diamonds. They were very small things to have all that machinery operating

upon them; still, they were diamonds; and when I look at some Christians,

I suppose they must be diamonds, but they appear to be very insignificant

in comparison with the work which is being wrought upon them. Here is

Jesus Christ ploughing that field with his armies, watering it with his

bloody sweat, casting himself like a seed into it; and what comes up as the

result? Only that poor shrivelled thing! O God, must eternal election, and

immutable love, and a bleeding Savior’s heart, and the omnipotence of the

Holy Spirit all be set to work to produce such a result as that? - God forbid

that I should ever slight any of his work, the question naturally arises, “Can

it be his if it only comes to that?” Here is a man, who goes to a prayermeeting,

perhaps, once in seven years, gives a fourpenny piece to the

collection if he has not a threepenny piece in his purse, takes a sitting in the

place of worship, and then considers that all his work is done. He never

opens his mouth for the Lord Jesus Christ from the first of January to the


last of December; he is, at home, about as worldly as other people, yet he

says that he is —

“A monument of grace,

A sinner saved by blood.”

We have heard of mountains bringing forth mice, but we can scarcely think

that Mount Zion can bring forth such creatures as these. We ought to be

something better than this, brethren, and we must be. In the name of the

dying Savior, now exalted in heaven, whose disciples we profess to be, let

us arouse ourselves, and let us seek, with heart and soul and strength, to

glorify Christ throughout the rest of life that may be allotted to us, lest we

go back, dishonored, to the dust from whence we sprang, after having had

grand opportunities, and noble possibilities, and a divine calling, and yet

having lived beneath the dignity of any one of them.

II. Now I must turn to the second part of my subject, which is, that


are very slow.

I thought, this afternoon, when my head was almost splitting with pain, and

I could not fix my thoughts upon my theme for this evening, “Oh, dear,

dear, dear, if these sinners were only sensible, preaching would be very

easy work, for all I should have to do would be just to set before them the

way of salvation, and they would at once walk in it!” But we have to rack

our brains, and to pour out our very heart in order to get you to attend to

your chief business, and to give heed to that which is for your lasting good.

Sometimes, our hearers say, “The preachers always tell us that same story,

and their sermons are not as polished as we should like them to be.” Ah,

but! if you would only believe in Jesus, and so be saved, we would polish

our sermons up for you. If you would only seek and find Jesus Christ as

your Savior, we would try to give you some eloquence then; but, so long

as you will not have Christ and resolve to remain as you are, the only thing

we can do is to keep on persuading, entreating, and even compelling you to

come in to the great gospel feast. We are obliged to put the old truth in

very much the same old way. It is not poetical work to be a Royal Humane

Society’s officer, seeking to pull drowning people out of the river; and

there is not much poetry about our work in trying to be the means of

saving your souls.


But what makes you men and women so slow to believe in the Lord Jesus

Christ which is the only way of salvation? Are you so fond of your sins that

you are not willing to give them up, or are you really so self-righteous that

you do not believe that you need to be saved? I think the most of you do

believe, in a way, that there is a hell, and that you will go there unless you

are converted, but you do not really believe it, you do not realize what it

means. You are very earnestly listening to me just now, but if somebody,

over there by the door, were to cry out because a piece of plaster had

dropped off the ceiling, how wide awake you would become compared

with what you are now when I am talking about your going to hell, and

being lost for ever. Somehow or other, there is a want of reality about you

when spiritual matters are being discussed. I fear that the same spirit is

getting into some good people’s prayers. We do not pray real prayers; at

least, not as real as they ought to be. I do try to preach to you as if I meant

it, and I would willingly lay down my life if, by doing so, I could save you;

yet you listen to me as if it were merely a very proper thing for me to

preach, and for you to hear, on Sunday, but as if you had nothing to do

with the gospel on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and

Saturday. You hear that the city in which you are dwelling is to be

destroyed. You do not tell the angel that the prophecy is a lie; but you sit

down so comfortably that it is clear that you do not believe it, or if you do,

you need to be pressed again, and again, and again, to act, as if it were

true. Just now, as you took your seat, you missed a diamond ring off your

finger, and you will not be at all comfortable until you get home, and see if

it is there. You are concerned about the loss of a ring, yet your souls are

lost, and you are quite unconcerned about them. This terrible truth does

not fret and worry you; I wish it would, so that you would say, “I will

never rest again till I know that I am saved through Jesus Christ the

Savior.” Surely, madness is bound up in the heart of sinners, or else they

would not need to, be hastened to escape.

“Well,” say some of you, “we intend to think about this matter.” I know

you do, and that thought of yours is Satan’s biggest net. He has a number

of nets of different sorts and sizes; some of them are only meant for eagles,

and he does not often use them, for there are not many eagles about, but he

has a big not which he uses for catching small birds. I picture the great

enemy of souls going out with his big net, and I fancy I can hear him

whistling with unholy glee at the thought of the many birds he will take in

it. This is the style of his temptation, — you are not to cavil at the truth,


you am not to be an avowed infidel, you are not to despise the Savior, you

are not to say that the salvation of your soul is an unimportant matter; but

you are to say to the minister, “Yes, sir, what you preach is all very true,

and I am glad you put it in the way that you do. I like earnest preaching; I

like to be told personally about my need of salvation, and I will attend to

the matter very soon; tomorrow, if possible. Oh, I just remember there is

something on that day which will be rather in the way; but, as soon as that

is over, I will give heed to what you say.” That is just what has happened a

long while with some of you, but you are no nearer the deciding point. A

gentleman in this neighborhood told me that he could not come to hear me

preach again. I asked him, “Why is that?” “Well,” he answered, “I only

came once, and then you pointed me out, and said, ‘There sits a grayheaded

old fool.’ At least, you said that a gray-headed old sinner is a grayheaded

old fool.” “Well,” I said, “I do not remember seeing you before; but

are you a grey-headed old sinner? Because, if you are, then you are the

other thing as well.” He just looked at me, and said nothing, and I have not

seen him since that time. I am afraid there are others here to whom I might

say just the same, and it would be true. They must be foolish, for they have

not done what they have admitted it would be wise for them to do. Again

and again, a man has said, “I will do it.” Now, sir, you are a fool to say, “I

will do it,” if it was a foolish thing; but if it was a wise thing, and you said,

“I will do it,” yet you have not done it, who are you?

Some of you are good arithmeticians; will you take your pencils, and work

out a sum for me? Here is a man of fifty years of age, and I want you to

calculate the probabilities of his ever being saved. He had an excellent early

training from a very godly father and mother, whose many prayers for him

he cannot forget, though he remained unsaved in spite of them all. He went

to a Sunday-school, and had a very gracious teacher, who set him a good

example, and was very earnest in pleading with him; but he would not

yield. As he grew up, he had many Christian friends, who wrote letters to

him, and used every possible opportunity to impress him. He resisted all

that, and for twenty years attended the ministry of a very earnest preacher.

There was a great revival, and many were saved, but he was not one of

them. Since then, he has been sitting under another very faithful minister of

God’s Word, and he has been impressed again and again. Put that down,

and figure it out if you can. He has been impressed fifty times, or a

hundred, perhaps a couple of hundred times, and he has got over all that;

what are the probabilities that he will ever be saved? To tell you the truth, I


greatly fear that the probability is that the man will be lost, that he never

will be converted, but will continue as he has been already despite every

instrumentality that has been employed on his behalf.

O you sinners, with such terrible probabilities against you, you do indeed

need to be hastened, and fain would we put our hands upon you, and urge

you to escape for your lives, and to do it now, for it is now or never with

some of you who are present here tonight! I have no doubt that, if we

could read the past history of some who are here, we should see abundant

reasons for urging them to immediate decision. I have already shown you

where these reasons would be found, and the probabilities against their

conversion. But, as to the future, happily, that is hidden from all of us. I am

no prophet, nor the son of a prophet; and, therefore, I shall not attempt to

utter a prediction; but you all must know that, out of some six thousand

persons assembled here, there is a great probability that we shall not all be

alive next Lord’s day. It is a certainty that we shall never all of us meet

here again, and the probability that some of us will have gone from this

earth before next Sabbath is very great. In the membership of this church, I

notice, as regularly as the year rolls round, that our death-list comes to

between fifty and seventy. There is usually one death a week or, if there

should happen to be one week in which a member of the church does not

die, there will be two or three in the week following. The average is one a

week; so that, if not out of this present assembly, yet out of the usual

congregation at this Tabernacle, it is a certainty that two will die in a week.

Two, in a week!

I wonder where the two victims for this week are; perhaps at home, dying

by degrees, with a good hope in Jesus Christ. Blessed be God if that is the

case; we will shout the harvest home as they are gathered in. Possibly, they

are lying at home sick, yet without hope. Let us pray for them if that is

their condition. Lord, help them to believe in Jesus Christ this very night;

ere they tread death’s awful road, O Lord, save them! But perhaps one out

of the two may be here, in good health, and unconverted. I am not saying

what is at all improbable, am I? It may be so, and if I knew that someone

here would die before next Sabbath day, I would beg him to stop after the

service, that I might give him a squeeze of the hand, and say to him, “My

dear friend, do not let this day go by without your looking to Christ and

committing your soul into his hands.” “Now, as I do not know who it is to

be, give me your hands, all of you, all round the building. I should like to

look you dear men and women in the face, and say to each one of you,


“Now, dear soul, do not live and die without the Savior. Do lay this matter

to heart. I am not an angel, but I am one who would fain do you good. If it

be right to believe in Jesus Christ the sooner you do it, the better; and if it

be right to love and serve God, the sooner you do it, the better. And if to

trust in Christ’s precious blood be the only safe course, the sooner you do

that, the better. May the eternal Spirit come, and lead you, even now, to

lay hold on Jesus Christ and find eternal life in him this very hour!”

Now, look me in the face, and say whether it shall be so or not. I will not

ask you to speak; there will be too much noise if you all do so. But, in your

heart, I ask you to say, will you, or will you not? This may be the turning

point, in your life’s history. There is a spot, under the dome of St. Paul’s

Cathedral, where there is a mark made by the chisel of a man, who fell

from the top, and was killed. There is also a mark, which angel eyes can

see, in that pew, or in that aisle, or up in that, gallery, where you have sat,

and said, “Not, tonight; I will decide to-morrow;” or where you have said,

“No, I will not have anything to do with Christ.” I wish that, instead of

such a mark as that, there could be a star let into the floor, which would

mean, “Here, a poor soul believed in Jesus.” I know a little Primitive

Methodist chapel in Colchester. I went to see it some time ago, and I went

into the very pew where I sat, as a boy fifteen years of age, and heard a

sermon from the text, “Look unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the

earth.” I should have liked to buy the seat, and take it home, for I love the

spot where Jesus met with me and saved me; and there are some of you

who feel like that concerning these pews. They are very sacred to you, and

always will be, for there you were born for God. Oh, that some of you

might be born here this very night! Some of you are in no need of

instruction; you need hastening. You do not need to be impressed

concerning the guilt of your sins so much as to be urged to give them up,

and to put your trust in Jesus Christ. You do not need to be brought to the

water so much as to be made to drink of it. There it is. Oh, that you would

open your mouths, and let the blessed stream flow in, for that is all that is

needed. Receive Christ; receive Christ now, by a simple act of faith, and he

will give you grace and strength to battle with your sins, and to make you

holy. Oh, that now, now, NOW, the great work may be done! I do not

suppose you can hear this clock tick; but when you get home, listen to

your odd clock on the stairs, or in your room, and it will say to you, “Now,

now, now, now.” I have sometimes thought that, in the night, I have heard

the clock say, “Now or never! Now or never! Now or never! Now or


never! Now or never!” You need not listen to me any longer, but listen to

that message from the clock. May the Holy Spirit speak to you through it,

and may you answer, “Now, even now, I will believe in Jesus Christ and be

saved.” May God bless you! May Christ save you! Amen.