A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Evening, October 11, 1863, By Pastor C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

And his servants said to him, “Behold now, we have heard that the kings of the house of Israel are merciful kings: please let us, put sackcloth on our waist, and ropes upon our heads, and go out to the king of Israel: perhaps he will save your life.” So they girded sackcloth on their waist, and put ropes on their heads, and came to the king of Israel, and said, “Your servant Benhadad says, ‘Please let me live.’ ” And he said, “Is he still alive? He is my brother.” Now the men diligently observed whether any thing would come from him, and hastily caught it: and they said, “Your brother Benhadad.” Then he said, “Go, bring him.” Then Benhadad came out to him; and he caused him to come up into the chariot. And Benhadad said to him, “The cities, which my father took from your father, I will restore; and you shall make marketplaces for yourself in Damascus, as my father made in Samaria.” Then Ahab said, “I will send you away with this covenant.” So he made a covenant with him, and sent him away. (1Ki 20:31-34)

1. Although the manners and customs of warfare were exceedingly rough and cruel in those primitive ages, yet it appears that the kings of Israel gained a name for being merciful. I do not find recorded in Scripture any particularly merciful acts of theirs, and I should conclude that the kings of other countries must have been very ferocious, if the kings of Israel were at all merciful. Ancient records and memorial slabs record tortures so horrible, that you could not listen — if I were to describe them — although they were the common barbarities with which Assyrian and Babylonian victors concluded their wars. It seems that the kings of the house of Israel did not go to the lengths of savage cruelty usual among their neighbours. Upon which we are led to remark, that where the true worship of God does not make men what they should be, yet it betters them in some respects. The kings of Israel were all idolaters, but still the presence of a little salt, a few of the godly in the land, had an effect upon the state; and the location of the little kingdom of Judah, close at their elbow, with its temple and its prophets, influenced the manners and customs of the people, so that “the kings of the house of Israel were merciful kings,” and this not because they feared God themselves, but because there were others who did, and whose influence and example, perhaps, unconsciously, softened public sentiment, and mitigated the ruthless ferocity of war. Is this nothing? Is it not a high honour to the seven thousand who did not bow the knee to Baal, that in this respect they made Baal’s worshippers bow to them? Little do we know how much of the apparent morality of this country is due to the real religion which we have in our land. There are thousands of men in London who would open their shops tonight, if it were not for the influence of those who fear the Lord; their shops are closed, not because they take any interest in the Christian’s day of rest, but out of respect to custom. Sins, which now hide their heads under the veil of night, would stalk through our streets with barefaced impudence, if Christianity was once withdrawn. Bad as the customs of business are, without the purifying power of the godly they would be infinitely worse. The whole fabric of our commerce, politics and war, is obviously affected for the better by our religion. Let those, then, who do not feel its power, yet at least think well of it, from this fact — that it is a blessing to our country; and while other nations have been torn with civil war, while revolution has followed revolution, and class has been set against class, the religion of Jesus Christ has made our land a happy land, and a land, after all, in which there is more generous benevolence towards the needy, and more mutual sympathy, than in any other kingdom — or even in any republic beneath the sky. Thank God for true religion! Even if it does not convert a man, yet its presence in his neighbourhood tends to sober him, and to keep him from running into so great an excess of riot. This, however, is only incidental; I plunge now at once into the subject before me.

2. My soul tonight yearns, as it did last Thursday night, to induce some timid, seeking soul, to step out in faith and to come boldly to Christ tonight. Last Thursday night, you remember, we spoke of Esther, and how she said, “I will go in to the king, which is not according to the law, and if I perish, I perish.” We tried to urge those of you who were then present to do the same. We reminded you that though it was contrary to law, yet it was not contrary to gospel, and we therefore invited you come, just as you were, into the presence of the Great King; promising, on his behalf, that he would stretch out the golden sceptre to you. Tonight our line of reasoning is precisely the same. Our object is the same, and we pray that we may have a greater blessing than we did then.

3. There are three things in the text: first, mercy’s report; secondly, misery’s resolve; and thirdly, misery’s reception.

Mercy’s Report

4. I. First, then, MERCY’S REPORT.

5. Down there is a dark cellar; in an inner room, shut out from the light of day, with, perhaps, only a fire or a candle to light him — we see the fugitive king. He who came up from Syria with a hundred and fifty thousand men at his feet, now returns with only a handful of men left. He had sworn in his audacity that he would take away Samaria by handfuls, that he would bring so many men that each one should require to take only a handful, and the whole city of Samaria would be cast to the winds. The king of Israel had simply replied, “Do not let him who puts his armour on boast as he who takes it off.” There sits Benhadad. He reminds me of Napoleon after the flight from Waterloo, sitting down by the fire in a peasant’s cot, his boots and his grey coat covered with mire, and his face full of dark anxiety and gloomy fears — a man of iron, but a man of iron rusted and worn by adversities. There sits Benhadad; but he is not like Napoleon, for his soul is cowed, and broken, and humbled, and subdued. He who bragged so loudly is now a pitiful spectacle of depression and dismay. His servants whisper around the fallen king, and their most assuring word is a humbling one, “The kings of the house of Israel are merciful kings.” This is a sweet note to poor Benhadad’s ear. The boastful king, who never dreamed of mercy toward others, is now glad to have half a chance for mercy for himself.

6. But I come to you tonight, not to whisper mercy. I come to you, who have defied God and have been his enemies, but who now are broken beneath his power, and my voice is no timid whisper made up of mingled hope and fear. As an ambassador from the God of Israel, I proclaim the fulness of his mercy.

7. Thus runs mercy’s report. First, there is mercy. It is God’s essential attribute, and he can never cease to be merciful. As long as he is God, mercy will be one trait in his divine character. An unmerciful God would not be the God of revelation. There is mercy yet. He has already opened bags of mercy, and scattered the golden treasure lavishly among the forlorn beggars at his footstool; but there are bags untied yet, sealed up still with the red seal of the covenant; bags of mercy, I say, yet unused. You have not exhausted the lovingkindness of Jehovah. You have required much; you have pressed the treasurer of God’s mercy to a great extent, but its coffers are as deep as the sea, indeed, as deep as the gates of hell.

Deep as your helpless miseries are,
And boundless as your sins.

Mercy is not dead; it still lives — yes, lives in its ancient strength, and riches of glory. Mercy is not drained; it still flows towards the sons of men. There is mercy; there is mercy yet.

8. My proclamation certifies to you, oh trembling heart, that this mercy is tender mercy. Your bones are broken tonight, your heart is wounded, your spirits are dried up, and you are ready to despair; but I tell you that God has tender mercy for such as you are. As I sat in the hospital, yesterday, and saw the many cases of maimed limbs and gushing wounds, I could only think how tender the nurses ought to be, and how downy should be the surgeon’s finger as he set the broken bone or bound up the sore. Doubtless there are some people who have iron hands and hard hearts, and so, while they are bone setting or binding up wounds, they do it roughly, and cause the patient much pain. But, oh sinner, the tender mercy of our God is portrayed in it, which, like a dayspring from on high, has visited us; “he will not break a bruised reed, nor quench the smoking flax.” He crowns us with lovingkindnesses, and with tender mercies; he binds up the broken in heart, and heals all their wounds. Just as a mother comforts her children, even so does the Lord comfort his people, and just as a father pities his children, so the Lord pities those who fear him. My Lord is as gracious in the manner of his mercy as in the matter of it. Glory be to his name! Oh sinner, come to the gentle Jesus and live.

9. There is great mercy. There is nothing little in my God; his mercy is like himself — it is infinite. You cannot measure it. You may mount in the balloon of your imagination, but you cannot reach to the firmament of his mercy. “As high as the heavens are above the earth, so high are his thoughts above your thoughts, and his ways above your ways.” Your sin is of great measure, but there is no measure to his grace. His mercy is so great that it forgives great sins to great sinners, after great lengths of time, and then gives great favours and great privileges, and raises us up to great enjoyments in the great heaven of the great God. As John Bunyan well says — “It must be great mercy or no mercy, for little mercy will never help my case.” Do you feel that, burdened conscience, do you feel that? In God there is great mercy for the prostitute, for the drunkard, for the thief, for the fornicator, for the adulterer, and such like. Here is great mercy, which, like a great flood bursting upwards, shall cover the highest mountains of your sins. The bath of blood is opened for crimson stains; the physician died to heal the foulest disease, and he lives as intercessor, to save to the uttermost those who come to God by him.

10. Hear me again, oh troubled conscience, the mercy of my Lord is rich mercy. Some things are great, but have little efficacy in them, like wine mingled with water, they cannot revive the fainting; but every drop of the mercy of my God is worth a heaven. Let only a drop of this mercy fall upon a soul, and it shall be enough to save it. It is rich, unutterably rich mercy. When you get this mercy it will be a cordial to your drooping spirits; it shall be a golden ointment to your bleeding wounds; it shall be a heavenly bandage to your broken bones; it shall be a royal chariot for your weary feet; it shall be a bosom of love for your trembling heart. It is rich mercy. I cannot tell you what the mercy of God would not do; nor can I tell you all that it would do. I cannot tell you what it would not do, for I know of no good thing which it would refuse. I cannot tell you all it would do for the catalogue is too long, and Watts did not exaggerate, when he said —

But oh! Eternity’s too short
 To utter half its praise.

Mercy, rich mercy! The Lord does not give away pennies in the streets; he does not open his door and throw out bones half picked, and broken crusts, and dry, stale meat; but he opens the door, and bids his heralds cry, “My oxen and my fatlings are killed, come to the supper!” He does not distribute pebble stones, but diamonds and gems of priceless cost; bought, not with corruptible things as with silver and gold, but with the precious blood of Jesus. Indeed, so rich is this mercy, that heaven had only one Koh-i-noor,¹ one “mountain of light,” and God gave that; that diamond, that glittering diamond — his Only Begotten Son — that it might sparkle with light upon the bosom of forgiven sinners. Oh the depths of the mercy and goodness of the Lord!

11. But our proclamation is not concluded yet; in fact we have only just begun. There is in God, according to the express word of Scripture, manifold mercy. What a fine word that is! Do you understand it? Many-fold mercy! Here I open one fold of it, and I find remission for past transgressions; I open another, and I find pardon for sins to come. I open the next, and I find constraining mercy to lead me into the paths of righteousness. Indeed, I find that the folds are more than I can count; I cannot possibly tally up the innumerable mercies which are wrapped up within each other. As John Bunyan says, all the flowers in God’s garden are double; there is no single mercy; indeed, they are not only double flowers, but they are manifold flowers. There are many flowers upon one stalk, and many flowers in one flower. You shall think you have only one mercy, but you shall find it to be a whole flock of mercies. Our Beloved is to us a bundle of myrrh, a cluster of camphire. When you lay hold upon one golden link of the chain of grace, you pull, pull, pull, but lo! as long as your hand can draw there are fresh “linked sweetnesses” of love still to come. Manifold mercies! Like the drops of a lustre, which reflect a rainbow of colours when the sun is glittering upon them, and each one, when turned in different ways, from its prismatic form shows all the varieties of colour, so the mercy of God is one and yet many, the same yet ever changing, a combination of all the beauties of love blended harmoniously together. You have only to look at mercy in that light, and that light, and that light, to see how rich, how many facetted it is. Poor sinner, does this not suit you? Why, if there are many folds, there is a fold for you; and if your case seems to be an extraordinary one, and you have manifold sins, and manifold sorrows, here are manifold mercies to suit you. Perhaps your mercy is in the last fold, and the devil wants to prevent it from being opened, but God never had a mercy yet which he did not, sooner or later, give to the one for whom he had predestinated it; and he will still give mercy to you.

12. Notice further, that just as it is manifold mercy, so it is abounding mercy. The farther we go down the stream of mercy the deeper it becomes, and the broader it grows. God’s mercy, instead of being exhausted by all he has given away, is still as fresh as ever. I say, soul, God has given away enough mercy to save millions of spirits who are now in heaven, and yet he has as much mercy now as when he began. His giving does by no means impoverish him. I suppose that the shining of the sun, though the fact cannot be seen by us, does diminish the store of light in that great luminary, but it is not so with the shining of God’s mercy. I suppose that when I breathe the air, although no one notices it, there is so much less of good oxygen for others to breathe; but when I breathe God’s mercy, there is just as much left as there was before. If you take a cupful of water out of the ocean, you cannot see the difference, but there certainly is that cupful less in the sea; but when you take what mercy you wish out of this divine sea, this shoreless ocean full of mercy, there is just as much left as when you first came. You see then, oh sinner, that the Lord has super abounding mercy, and therefore, if your sin has gone on multiplying, his mercy has done the same. The mathematician will tell you that numbers, in the process of multiplication, will mount to figures so vast, that only the calculating machine can give what the number will be, and even then, when the figures stand in a long row, man may look at them, but he will have no idea what the figures mean. But if you had a calculating machine, and all the calculating machines that ever were, put together, you could not calculate the extent of the super abounding mercy of God in Christ Jesus, enough for every seeking soul for ever.

13. Poor, trembling soul, let the silver trumpet ring this good news in your ears that this is mercy which will never leave you. “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.” If you receive mercy tonight, you have obtained mercy for ever. If mercy is your friend this evening, mercy will be with you in temptation to keep you from yielding; with you in your troubles, to prevent you from sinking under them; mercy will be with you living, to be the light and life of your countenance; and mercy will be with you dying, to be the joy of your soul in your last moments. “He who trusts in the Lord, mercy shall encompass him.” You shall have ranks and files of mercies, before and behind, and on every side of you. You shall have the mercy which endures for ever. I cannot think what Arminians make of that Psalm — “His mercy endures for ever.” They think that we can exhaust God’s mercy, that a child of God once saved can still lose the mercy of God by his sin. Beloved, let us never indulge such a thought; for the God who began to be merciful to us will be merciful to us even to the end, and that end shall be without end.

14. Sinner, have you heard this proclamation? It is still not finished. Let me tell you that the mercy of God flows freely. It needs no money and no price from you, no fitness of moods and feelings, no preparation of good works or penitence. Free as the brook which leaps from the mountain side, at which every weary traveller may drink, so free is the mercy of God. Free as the sun that shines, and gilds the mountain’s brow, and makes glad the valleys without fee or reward, so free is the mercy of God to every needy sinner. Free as the air which belts the earth and penetrates the peasant’s cottage as well as the royal palace without purchase or premium, so free is the mercy of God in Christ. It does not wait for you; it comes to you as you are. It waylays you in love; it meets you in tenderness. Do not ask how you shall get it. You need not climb to heaven, nor descend to hell for it; the word is near you; on your lip, and in your heart; if you believe on the Lord Jesus with your heart, and with your mouth make confession of him, you shall be saved. If, as guilty, you will accept the great atonement, and be washed in it, rejoice oh heaven, and sing oh earth, for the sinner is saved; saved through abounding mercy. It is fresh and strong mercy tonight; mercy ready for you while that clock is ticking; mercy which has followed you to your eleventh hour, and waits for you on the borders of the grave. It is mercy which will not easily take a denial from you, but pleads with you now tonight. Sinner, may the Spirit of God come out with that energy which raised Jesus from the dead, and make you say, “Lord, I wish to be saved by your mercy; God be merciful to me a sinner.”

15. This is mercy’s report. Oh that my lips could tell it better! May God open your ears to hear it and to believe it. Pause a moment that those in whom the Holy Spirit is working may breathe a silent prayer, and then let us advance to the second point.

Misery’s Resolve

16. II. MISERY’S RESOLVE.

17. You will come with me into that inner room, and look at Benhadad for a moment. Where are you now, Benhadad? Where are your legions now? Where now are the flaunting banners — the proud glory of Syria? You are broken in pieces — broken as a ship when the rough north wind has broken her mast, and shredded all her sails. Where are you now? “Do not mock at my misery”: the king replies, “I have heard that the kings of Israel are merciful — if I sit here I shall be killed by some fierce trooper — I will bestir myself; something must be done; I will go to the king of Israel.” Note then, first, that Benhadad saw the necessity of direct and immediate action. Misery, where are you? Have you taken up your lodging place in that sinner? I would gladly help you, and therefore I will speak. Sinner, if you sit still, you must die. You are like the prodigal; your money is spent; you have wasted your substance in riotous living; you have fed the swine, and you have tried to feed on their husks, but you cannot fill your belly with it. If you stay among those swine troughs, you will die — you will perish from hunger; even now your gaunt limbs stare at you, and your bear bones rebuke you. Man, it is time for you to say, “I will arise; I will arise.” Oh my hearers, I fear that a deadly sleep has fallen upon some of you. You are in sin, and you know it, but you take no action about it. The trembling of the jailer when he said, “What must I do to be saved?” has not seized hold on you. You are in the Enchanted Ground, and, like Heedless and Too-Bold, you are asleep upon the seats of the arbour, and when shaken in your slumber, you dreamily mutter, “A little more sleep; a little more slumber; a little more folding of the hands.” Oh, if you knew how near you are to the gates of death! I feel with trembling that my speech is prophetic to someone here. If you knew, oh immortal soul, how soon the curtain shall be drawn; how in a moment you shall see the now invisible God face to face, you would shake like an aspen leaf in your seat tonight. As the Lord my God lives, there is only a step between you and death. “Set your house in order; for you must die, and not live.” May the Holy Spirit bestir you to take direct action! immediate action! There is no time to waste; the sun has gone down, and it may never rise on you again. The harvest is past and the summer is ended, and you are not saved. For you there will be no beaming spring, no blooming summer of next year; but the cold sod shall cover you, and the daisy shall bloom above your grave. “Prepare to meet your God, oh Israel.” Thus says the Lord to you: “Because I will do this, consider your ways.”

Haste, traveller, haste; the night comes on,
And many a shining hour is gone;
The storm is gathering in the west,
And you far off from home and rest:
 Haste, traveller, haste.

Then linger not in all the plain,
Flee for your life, the mountain gain;
Look not behind, make no delay,
Oh speed thee — speed thee on your way:
 Haste, traveller, haste.

Poor, lost benighted soul, art thou
Willing to find salvation now?
There yet is hope, hear mercy’s call, —
Truth, life, light, way, in Christ is all:
 Haste to him, haste.

If you are what I take you to be tonight — one sent here so that God may save you — you will tonight begin to cry to God, and will tonight seek him who loosens the seven stars, and turns the shadow of death into the morning. Soul, tonight, lay hold upon the hem of Jesus’ garment, and make a covenant with him so that you may be saved.

18. Come again with me down into that dreary vault, and we will see Benhadad again. He is in his dressing room. Let us not intrude upon the king in his dressing room. Surely he is putting on his imperial purple, and placing his crown upon his head, is he not? Ah! a strange and singular dressing room this is. He has a rope, such a rope as men hang dogs with, and he puts it upon his neck; and as for his waist, the dainty garments of Egyptian fine linen are all laid aside, and he wraps himself around with a piece of an old sack, and then he scatters ashes upon himself. Fit apparel for a vanquished supplicant! Ah, sinner, sinner, there is wisdom here. If you wish to come before God in Christ, go to your dressing room; not to trim yourself, not to make yourself dainty and fair; not to perfume yourself with choice essences of self-righteousness; not to gird yourself with sumptuous apparel. No, no. In your case the words of Isaiah have a spiritual meaning — “In that day the Lord will take away the bravery of their tinkling ornaments around their feet, or their cauls, and their round tires like the moon, the chains, and the bracelets, and the mufflers. . . . The glasses, and the fine linen, and the hoods, and the veils. And it shall come to pass, that instead of sweet smell there shall be a stink; and instead of a sash a tear; and instead of well set hair baldness; and instead of a stomacher a girding of sackcloth; and burning instead of beauty.” (Isa 3:18-24) The finery is all gone — not a rag left — not an ornament spared. Sinner, it is so with you! Your proper array is the sackcloth of repentance and the rope of acknowledgment that you deserve to die. Arouse yourself, man, I say, and let this be the first act you do: confess that you are vile. Come! Off with that fine garment; I know you have been to Church twice every Sunday for the last few years, but away with that, away with that; do not trust in that. I know that you were sprinkled in your infancy, and have been confirmed since; but do not trust in these observances, for all such confidence shall be only as a phantom and a dream of the night. I know that you have attended this Tabernacle ever since it was built, and listened to our ministry for years; but do not boast about that; away with that as a basis of trust; pull off that garment. You have never failed in business; you have brought up your children well; you never swear; you were never a drunkard; midnight orgies never saw you mixed up in them; this is well, but I urge you, do not put on this as your proper dress: the proper dress for a sinner to go to Christ in, is sackcloth and the rope. “Well,” one says, “I never will acknowledge that I deserve to be damned!” Then you never will be saved. “Well,” says another, “I never will take the language of a great sinner upon my lips.” Then you shall never be saved; for unless you are willing to confess that God may justly damn you, God will never save you; but if you feel in your heart tonight, that if he sends your soul to hell, his righteous law approves it well; if you wonder how it is that you are not in the pit, and marvel why such mercy should have been shown to you, come, brother, come; come as you are, for you wear the true court dress of a sinner. When a beggar goes out to beg at the door, should he put on a new black coat, and a clean white scarf, and kid gloves? No, truly, let him clothe himself in tatters — the more tears he has the better — for tatters are the livery of a beggar, and rags are the court dress of a mendicant. So, come in your sins; come in your doubts; come in your hardness of heart; come in your impenitence; come in your deadness; come in your lethargy; come as you are — foul, vile, filthy, waiting for no amendment, but with a rope around your neck, and a garment of sackcloth around your waist; come now, come now; God help you to come.

Come, needy and guilty;
 Come, loathsome and bare;
Though leprous and filthy;
 Come just as you are.

19. We will follow Benhadad, and hear the king at his prayers. He has come before the king of Israel, and he has a petition to offer. What will it be? Bring the big prayer book; turn to the collect for Quinquagesima Sunday — will that not suit him? Will not our beautiful liturgy suit his needs? No, no; living souls must have living words, and their own words too, for I cannot adopt another man’s petition, they must be my own children, sprung from my own body. The dead soul may parrot out a printed prayer, but the living soul pants to be rid of such rag-tags — such bondage. The living spirit can no more be content with a mere form of prayer, than the blazing, flaming comet could be chained, belted, and held firm in prison. It must have words of its own. Well, but it will be a very fine extemporary prayer, will it not — twenty-five minutes’ long, an orthodox, Nonconformist supplication? Oh, dear no! These long, dry, prosy prayers suit dead souls, but living souls need something more burning, more full of fire. When they come before the Lord, they cannot pray in that fashion, but this is the way — “Your servant Benhadad says, ‘Please let me live’.” Ah! that is the sinner’s prayer — “Your servant says, ‘please let me live’.” Why, there is not one awakened person here who cannot pray such a prayer as that! That suits the clown in his foolishness, and it may suit, and must suit the peer in his politeness. However dull the intellect, this prayer can be understood; and however high the perceptions, this prayer can reach our desires to the full extent — “Your servant says, ‘Please let me live.’ ” John, John, pray in this form — “Your servant John says, ‘Please let me live.’ ” Jane, put it so — “Your servant Jane says, ‘Please let me live.’ ” Ah! that is the kind of prayer — “God be merciful to me a sinner.” If a man should meet you in the street as you walked along and should say, “If you please, sir, wait a minute,” and should then draw out of his pocket a long roll, and proceed to read to you a fine, well written oration; well, however beautifully it might be put together, he might have a quotation from the “Rambler,” or sentences like those of the flowing Addison, but you would say, “Indeed, indeed, but I do not have time to listen to that, sir.” But suppose that as you were going along, a man came to you and said, “Sir, I am starving; please for God’s sake help me” — then you know what you will do, and if your hand does not go into your purse very soon, it is only because you may suspect him of being an impostor — but you know that this is the kind of language which moves the human heart. How does your child come to you when he wants anything? Does he open a big book, and begin reading, “My dear, esteemed, and venerated parent, in the effulgence of your parental beneficence?” Nothing of the kind. He says — “Father, my clothes are worn out, please buy me a new coat,” or else he says — “I am hungry, let me have something to eat.” That is the way to pray, and there is no prayer which God accepts but that kind of prayer — right straight from the heart, and right straight to God’s heart. We miss the mark when we go about to gather gaudy words. What! gaudy words on the lips of a poor sinner! Fine phrases from a rebel! There is more true eloquence in “God be merciful to me a sinner,” than in all the books of devotion which bishops, and archbishops, and divines ever compiled. “Your servant Benhadad says, ‘Please let me live.’ ” I feel inclined to stop and ask you to bow your heads in your pews, and pray that prayer — “Oh God, your servant says, ‘Please let me live, oh do not cut me down as one who encumbers the ground, but let me live; I am dead in trespasses and sins, quicken me, oh Lord, and let me live; and when you come to kill the wicked on the earth, please, let me live; and when you shall destroy the ungodly, and sweep them with the besom of destruction into the pit that is bottomless, please let me live.’ ” You see there is not a word of merit; there is nothing about what man has done; Benhadad only calls himself a servant. “Make me as one of your hired servants.” Your servant says, “Please let me live.” He does not ask for honour, or wealth, or station.

Wealth and honour I disdain,
Earthly comforts, Lord, are vain;
These can never satisfy,
Give me Christ, or else I die.

Christ, Christ, Christ; give me Christ! “Your servant says, ‘Please let me live.’ ”

20. Well now, we have gone as far as we ought to do, I suppose, in intruding on the king’s privacy, but I wish he would let me look into his right hand. I wonder what he is carrying there? He has doubtless some warrant for his prayer there, some reason for expecting that he will find grace in the sight of his enemy. Let us open his hand. What is it? Why, I can hardly see it, it is so little. Let us bring it to the light and look at it. Yes, I see it, it is only a little “perhaps.” It says — “Perhaps he may save your life.” That is all — a little “perhaps,” and yet, with nothing except this to carry in his hands, he risked to go, with the rope upon his neck, to the king of Israel. Sinner, I will give you something more than that to go with. I should not like to go into the Bank of England with only a “perhaps” in my hand, with a note saying, that perhaps the cashier would give me ten pounds. I am afraid, I am afraid that my “perhaps” would not be good for much. But I should not mind going there with a promissory note signed with a good name. Sinner, here is a promise for you. Here is one. “ ‘Come now, let us reason together,’ says the Lord” — there is the signature — “ ‘Though your sins are as scarlet, they shall be as wool, though they are red like crimson, they shall be whiter than snow.’ ” That is better than “perhaps,” is it not? Here is another — “The blood of Jesus Christ, God’s dear Son, cleanses us from all sin.” Is not that better than “perhaps?” Here is another — “All manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven to men.” Surely that is better than “perhaps.” Here is another — “The Spirit and the bride say, ‘Come.’ And let him who hears say, ‘Come.’ And let him who is thirsty, come. And whoever wishes, let him take the water of life freely.” Is not that better than “perhaps?” Go then, soul, go to the King, and you shall meet with a gracious reception.

Mercy’s Reception

21. III. The third point is MISERY’S RECEPTION.

22. We have been with Benhadad in the vault, and now we will go with him to the palace. He marches along, doleful and dolorous all the way, until he gets into the presence of the king. His servants, who are all around him, are all straining their ears to catch a word from the king, and the first word they get is a kind enquiry — “Is he still alive?” Ah! there was something in that; and so if you are coming to the King, my Lord begins to say — “What, sinner, are you still alive? Why, that is the wretch who thought he would blow his brains out, is he still alive? Why, that is the sinner who ran his body into such an excess of sin that he almost killed himself; is he still alive? What, that sinner who for years never had a good thought, is there a tear in his eye tonight? Does he begin to live? Is he still alive? That man who has heard sermon after sermon, and never felt moved under one, does he begin to feel tonight? Is he still alive? What, that man who despised a mother’s prayers, and rejected a father’s intercessions; the man who has been at sea, and shipwreck has not softened him; who has had the yellow fever in the West Indies, and that has not brought him down — what, does he begin to feel tonight? Is there some motion of the Spirit in him? Are there some yearnings after God? Is he still alive?” See how kind the enquiry is. My Master seems to look out of my eyes tonight, and as he weeps over you he cries — “How can I give you up, Ephraim? How can I deliver you, Israel? How shall I set you as Admah? How shall I make you as Zeboim? My heart is moved, my repentings are kindled together; I will not destroy him, for I am God, and not man.”

23. The next word of the king of Israel is suggestive, “He is my brother.” I think I see the gleam of pleasure which went over the poor courtiers faces as they heard it. If the king had said some harsh word, they might have heard it with grief, but when he said — “He is my brother,” they whispered to one another — “My brother? My brother Benhadad? Why, that vile Benhadad had threatened this king with all sorts of mischief. He deserved nothing except death in return.” When the king of Israel was in great straits, Benhadad sent to demand of him his wife, and his children, and all that he had, and when the king volunteered to acknowledge that Benhadad was his sovereign lord, and that they were his, Benhadad ordered him to send immediately the best of his wives, and the goodliest of his children, and when the king would not do that, Benhadad said — “The gods do so to me, and more also, if the dust of Samaria shall suffice for handfuls for all the people who follow me.” Hear the boaster, how dare he use such insulting language to the king of Israel? And yet here is this king of Israel now saving — “He is my brother!” What, brother to such a scoundrel, such a braggart, such a tyrant, such a thief, such a rapacious robber, who would rake the whole world and spoil a man’s house, and rob his bed — brother to him? Yes, Ahab says, “He is my brother.” Well, I do not admire that in the king of Israel, but I do admire it in my Lord Jesus, that he should turn around to a black sinner, and say, “He is my brother; I am his older brother; he is a child of God, accepted in the Beloved; he is heir of God, and joint heir with me in all things.” Well, trembling, quickened sinner, what do you think of this, that Jesus Christ is your brother? Have you no love towards him? Why surely if you are a convicted and awakened sinner, the thought of your adoption into the Lord’s family, of your being the brother of Christ, will make the tears roll down your cheeks, and you will say, “How could I have offended against such a Lord? Lord, let me live for my brother’s sake.”

24. The next thing the king of Israel did was to take Benhadad up into his chariot. Ahab lets his bragging adversary ride with him in his chariot. And Jesus will take you up into his Church, indeed, into his heart, into the chariot of his grace, and you shall ride with him even through the streets of heaven, amidst universal acclamations.

25. He did one thing more, he made a covenant with him. God makes a covenant with sinners in the person of Christ. He gave him to be a covenant for the people, a leader and commander to the people, and those hearts who are led by grace to accept the mercy of God in Christ Jesus, know that this is the result of a covenant made before the world began by God with elect sinners in the person of Christ Jesus. Oh sinner, such is the infinite mercy of God, that the very thought of it should make you weep. I have known the time when I thought God would never have mercy on me, and yet the thought of his love to other people would bring the tears to my eyes. I could not help saying once, I remember, that I would love God even if he damned me, because he was so gracious to others. Something of that emotion ought to be in your soul, and if there is, then I think, it must be a work of grace. If you begin to be in love with the mercy of God, it is because the mercy of God is in love with you. Oh poor soul, mercy is to be had for the asking. It is to be had on no terms and no conditions except these — “He who believes and is baptized, shall be saved.” Trust Jesus; trust Jesus just as you are for everything, and you are saved; and we will meet again in that land where they wear no sackcloth on their waist, nor ropes upon their necks, but where their heads are crowned with immortal honour, and their bodies are robed in immortality. Christ is the way, the truth, and the life. Look to him, all you ends of the earth, look to him and live. May the Lord enable you to do so, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.