Posted tagged ‘Charles Spurgeon’

“Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away.”

April 27, 2013

English: The Song of Songs (1853) by Gustave M...

(Song of Solomon 2:10)

He is risen,
I am risen in Him,
why then should I
cling to the dust?
From lower loves,

desires, pursuits,
and aspirations, I
would rise
towards Him.
He calls me

by the sweet title
of “My love,”

He calls me.
“Come away” has no
harsh sound in it
to my ear, for
what is there to hold me

in this wilderness of
vanity and sin?
O my Lord, would that
I could come away,
but I am taken–among the thorns!

and cannot escape
from them as I would.
I would, if it were
possible, have neither
eyes, nor ears, nor heart for sin.

You call me to yourself
by saying “Come away,”
and this is a melodious
call indeed. To come to you
is to come home from exile,

to come to land out of the
raging storm,
to come to rest after long labor,

My Lord, Save Me  From the Maze o' Shadows  an...

My Lord, Save Me From the Maze o’ Shadows and Songs….. (Photo credit: -RejiK)

to come to the goal of my desires
and the summit of my wishes.

But Lord, how
can a stone rise,
how can a lump of clay
come away from
the horrible pit?

O raise me, draw me.
Your grace can do it.
Send forth your Holy Spirit
to kindle sacred flames
of love in my heart,

and I will continue
to rise until
I leave life and time
behind me,
and indeed come away.

( Adapted  from Spurgeon’s  “Morning by Morning” — 4/25)

A Happy Storm — Spurgeon’s Morning Song, August 31

September 3, 2012

Happy storm that wrecks a man on such a rock as this!
O blessed hurricane that drives the soul to God and God alone!
There is no getting at our God sometimes
because of the multitude of our friends;
but when a man is so poor, so friendless, so helpless
that he has nowhere else to turn,
he flies into his Father’s arms, and is blessedly clasped therein!

When he is burdened with troubles so pressing and so peculiar,
that he cannot tell them to any but his God,
he may be thankful for them;
for he will learn more of his Lord then
than at any other time.
Oh, tempest-tossed believer, it is a happy trouble
that drives you to your Father!

Now that you have only your God to trust to,
see that you put your full confidence in Him.
Dishonour not your Lord and Master by unworthy doubts and fears;
but be strong in faith, giving glory to God.
Show the world that your God is worth ten thousand worlds to you.
Show rich men how rich you are
in your poverty — when the Lord God is your helper.

Show the strong man how strong
you are in your weakness —
when underneath you are the everlasting arms.
Now is the time for feats of faith and brave exploits!
Be strong and very courageous, and the Lord your God
shall certainly, as surely as He built the heavens and the earth,
glorify Himself in your weakness.

The grandeur of the arch of heaven
would be spoiled
if the sky were supported
by a single visible column,
and your faith would lose its glory
if it rested on anything discernible by the carnal eye.
May the Holy Spirit give you to rest in Jesus!

Mark Heard also reminds us here, “In the eye of the storm,
the friends of God suffer no permanent harm.”

Sinnerman (A Mashup with Spurgeon)

February 25, 2012

“the wrath to come”  (Matthew 3:7)

How terrible is it to witness the approach of a tempest:
to note the forewarnings of the storm;
to mark the birds of heaven as they droop their wings;
to see the cattle as they lay their heads low in terror;
to discern the face of the sky as it grows black,
and look to the sun which shines not,
and the heavens which are angry and frowning!

How terrible to await the dread advance of a hurricane…
to wait in terrible apprehension
till the wind shall rush forth in fury,
tearing up trees from their roots,
forcing rocks from their pedestals,
and hurling down all the dwelling-places of man!
And yet, sinner, this is your present position.

No hot drops have as yet fallen,
but a shower of fire is coming.
No terrible winds howl around you,
but God’s tempest is gathering its dread artillery.
As yet the water-floods are dammed up by mercy,
but the flood-gates shall soon be opened:
the thunderbolts of God are yet in His storehouse,

But lo! the tempest hastens,
and how awful shall that moment be
when God, robed in vengeance,
shall march forth in fury!
Where, where, where, O sinner,
will  you hide your head,
or where will you flee?

O that the hand of mercy
may now lead you to Christ!
He is freely set before you in the gospel:
His riven side is the rock of shelter.
You know your need of Him;
believe in Him, cast yourself upon Him,
and then the fury shall be overpast for ever.

Adapted From Spurgeon’s ‘Morning by Morning’, February 25

Everyday Incense of Thanksgiving: Spurgeon Spoken Word, 11/20

November 20, 2011

"Jeremiah Lamenting the Destruction of Je...

“O Lord,You  have pleaded
the causes of my soul;
You
have redeemed my life.”
A grateful spirit should ever
be cultivated by the Christian;

and especially after deliverances
we should prepare a song for our God.
Earth should be a temple filled
with the songs of grateful saints,
and every day should be a censor

smoking with the sweet incense of thanksgiving.  gratitude. =)smoking  with the sweet incense of thanksgiving

How joyful Jeremiah
seems to be while he records
the Lord’s mercy.
How triumphantly
he lifts up the strain!

He has been in the low dungeon,Dungeons / Mazmorras

and is even now no other
than the weeping prophet;

and yet in the very book
which is called “Lamentations,”

clear as the song of Miriam
when she dashed her fingers
against the tabor, shrill
as the note of Deborah
when she met Barak with shouts of victory,

we hear the voice of Jeremy
going up to heaven—”You have pleaded the causes
of my soul; you have redeemed my life.”
O children of God, seek

after a vital experience

Song Thrush

of the Lord’s lovingkindness,
and when you have it,

speak positively of it;
sing gratefully;
shout triumphantly.

Upon His Palms : Spurgeon’s Spoken Word, 11/7

November 7, 2011

O unbelief, how strange a marvel you are!
We know not which most to wonder at,
the faithfulness of God

The Unbelief of Suspension

or the unbelief of His people.

He keeps His promise
a thousand times,
and yet the next trial
makes us doubt Him.

He never fails; He is never a dry well;
He is never as a setting sun,
a passing meteor, or a melting vapour;
and yet we are as continually vexed

with anxieties, molested with suspicions,
and disturbed with fears, as if our God
were the mirage of the desert. “Behold,”
is a word intended to excite admiration.

Here, indeed, we have a theme for marvelling.
Heaven and earth may well be astonished
that rebels should obtain so great
a nearness to the heart of infinite love

as to be written upon the palms of His hands.
“I have graven you.”It does not say, “Your name.”
The name is there, but that is not all:
“I have graven you.”See the fulness of this!

I have graven your person, your image,
your case, your circumstances,
your sins, your temptations,
your weaknesses, your wants, your works;

I have graven you, everything about you,
all that concerns you; I have put you
altogether there.

Will you ever say again
that your God has forsaken you
when He has graven you

Forsaken

upon his own palms?

Rejoicing with Little Faith — (more Spoken Word by C.H. Spurgeon)

October 19, 2011
Cover of "Little Faith (Faith of a Child)...

Cover of Little Faith (Faith of a Child)

Are you mourning, believer
because you are so weak in the divine life:
because your faith is so little, your love so feeble?

Cheer up, for you have cause for gratitude.
Remember that in some things you are equal
to the greatest and most full-grown Christian.

You are as much bought with blood as he is.
You are as much an adopted child of God
as any other believer. An infant is as truly a child

of its parents as is the full-grown man.
You are as completely justified,
for your justification is not a thing of degrees:

your little faith has made you clean every bit.
You have as much right to the precious things
of the covenant as the most advanced believers,

for your right to covenant mercies lies not in your growth,
but in the covenant itself;
and your faith in Jesus is not the measure,

but the token of your inheritance in Him.
You are as rich as the richest,
if not in enjoyment, yet in real possession.

The smallest star that gleams
is set in heaven; the faintest ray of light
has affinity with the great orb of day.

In the family register of glory the small and the great
are written with the same pen. You are as dear to your Father’s heart
as the greatest in the family. Jesus is very tender over you.

You are like the smoking flax; a rougher spirit
would say, “put out that smoking flax,
it fills the room with an offensive odour!”

but the smoking flax He will not quench.
You are like a bruised reed; and any less tender hand
than that of the Chief Musician

would tread upon you or throw you away,
but He will never break the bruised reed.
Instead of being downcast by reason of what you are,

you should triumph in Christ. Am I but little in Israel?
Yet in Christ I am made to sit in heavenly places.
Am I poor in faith? Still in Jesus I am heir of all things.

Though “less than nothing I can boast, and vanity confess.”
yet, if the root of the vine be in me
I will rejoice in the Lord, and glory in the God of my salvation.


Beachcombing

April 12, 2011

sand seaweed seashell insect

Today, I found this unexpected treasure of free verse, complete with  meter, alliteration, assonance and exquisite imagery, lying  buried  in the sands of C.H. Spurgeon’s classic devotional, “Morning by Morning.”   All I did was frame it.  The Prince of Preachers, I am convinced, was a closeted  modern poet.    This is my outreach to poetry haters who love God.

Our drops of sorrow may well be forgotten
in the ocean of  His griefs;
but how high ought our love to rise!

Come in, O strong and deep love of Jesus,
like the sea at the flood in spring tides,
cover all my powers, drown all my sins, wash out all my cares,

lift up my earth-bound soul, and float it right up to my Lord’s feet,
and there let me lie, a poor broken shell,
washed up by His love, having no virtue or value;

and only venturing to whisper to Him
that if He will put his ear to me,
He will hear within my heart faint echoes

of the vast waves of His own love
which have brought me where it is my delight to lie,
even at His feet forever.