A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, July 18, 1875, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

Though he kills me, still I will trust in him. [Job 13:15]

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1. This is one of the supreme sayings of Scripture. It rises, like an alpine summit, clear above all ordinary heights of speech, it pierces the clouds and glistens in the light of God. If I were required to quote a selection of the most sublime utterances of the human mind, I would mention this among the first: “Though he kills me, still I will trust in him.” I think I might almost say to the man who spoke like this what our Lord said to Simon Peter when he had declared him to be the Son of the Highest: “Flesh and blood has not revealed this to you.” Such tenacious holding, such immovable confidence, such unstaggering reliance are not products of mere nature, but rare flowers of rich almighty grace. The text contains a precious jewel of grace, fitly set in the purest gold of choice speech; happy is the man upon whose arm it can be worn as an ensign in the day of battle.

2. It is well worthy of observation that in these words Job answered both the accusations of Satan and the charges of his friends. Though I do not know that Job was aware that the devil had said, “Does Job fear God for nothing? Have you not set a hedge around him and all that he has?” yet he answered that base suggestion in the ablest possible manner, for he in effect said, “Though God should pull down my hedge, and lay me bare as the wilderness itself, still I will cling to him in firmest faith.” The archfiend had also dared to say that Job had held out under his first trials because they were not sufficiently personal; “Skin for skin, yes, all that a man has he will give for his life. But stretch out your hand now and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse you to your face.” In the brave words before us Job most effectively silences that slander by, in effect, saving, “Though my trial is no longer the killing of my children, but of myself, still I will trust in him.” So he in one sentence replies to the two slanders of Satan; thus unconsciously truth overthrows her enemies, defeating the secret malice of falsehood by the simplicity of sincerity. Job’s friends also had insinuated that he was a hypocrite. They enquired of him “Whoever perished, being innocent? or where were the righteous cut off?” They thought themselves quite safe in inferring that Job must have been a deceiver, or he would not have been so specially punished. To this accusation Job’s grand declaration of his unstaggering faith was the best possible answer, for no one except a sincere soul could speak like this. Will a hypocrite trust in God when he kills him? Will a deceiver cling to God when he is striking him? Assuredly not. Thus the three miserable comforters were answered if they had been wise enough to see it.

3. Our text exhibits a child of God under the most severe pressure, and shows us the difference between him and a man of the world. A man of the world under the same conditions as Job would have been driven to despair, and in that desperation would have become morosely sullen, or defiantly rebellious! Here you see what in a child of God takes the place of desperation. When others despair he trusts in God. When he has nowhere else to look he turns to his heavenly Father, and when for a time, even in looking to God, he finds the conscious comfort, he waits in the patience of hope, calmly expecting aid, and resolving that even if it does not come he will cling to God with all the energy of his soul. Here all the man’s courage comes to the forefront, not, as in the case of the ungodly, obstinately to rebel, but bravely to confide. The child of God is courageous, for he knows how to trust. His heart says, “Indeed Lord, it is bad with me now, and it is growing worse, but should the worst come to the worst, still I will cling to you, and never let you go.” In what better way can the believer reveal his loyalty to his Lord? He evidently follows his Master, not in fair weather only, but in the foulest and roughest of weather. He loves his Lord, not only when he smiles upon him, but when he frowns. His love is not purchased by the largesses of his Lord’s golden hand, for it is not destroyed by the strikings of his heavy rod. Though my Lord put on his sternest looks, though from fierce looks he should go to cutting words, and though from terrible words he should proceed to cruel blows, which seem to beat the very life out of my soul, yes, though he takes down the sword and threatens to execute me with it, yet my heart is steadfastly set upon one resolve, namely, to bear witness that he is infinitely good and just. I do not have a word to say against him, nor a thought to think against him, much less would I wander from him; but still, though he kills me, I would trust in him.

4. What is my text except an Old Testament version of the New Testament “Who shall separate … ?” Job only anticipates Paul’s question. “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Was not the same Spirit in both Job and Paul? Is he also in us? If so, we are men indeed, and our speech is with power, and to us this declaration is no idle boast, no foolish bravado, though it would be ridiculous, indeed, if there were not a gracious heart behind it to make it good. It is the conquering shout of an all surrendering faith, which gives up all except God. I want all of us to have its spirit this morning, so that whether we suffer Job’s trial or not we may at any rate have Job’s close adherence to the Lord, his faithful confidence in the Most High.

5. There are three things in the text: a terrible supposition — “Though he kills me”; a noble resolution, “still I will trust in him”; and, thirdly, a secret appropriateness. This last will require a little looking into, but I hope to make it clear that there is a great appropriateness in our trusting while God is killing us — the two things go well together, although it may not appear to be so.

6. I. First, then, here is A TERRIBLE SUPPOSITION — “Though he kills me.” The Lord is described here as a killer of his trusting servant. An idea full of terror.

7. It is a supposition which in some senses cannot be tolerated for a minute — “Though he kills me.” Here I am, his dear child, one whom he has loved from before the foundation of the world, one for whom he laid down his life upon the cross, one of whom he has said, “I have engraven you upon the palms of my hands.” How can he kill me? If he does so, it can only be in a minor sense: concerning my best and truest life, it must be safe, for he is its author and guardian, and cannot be its destroyer. Can a mother forget her nursing child, that she could not have compassion on the son of her womb? Could she permit a child of hers to die while she had power to keep him alive? Would she lay violent hands upon the child of her love and destroy him? God forbid. Neither will God destroy, or permit to be destroyed, any one of his own dear children. Jesus has solemnly said — “I give to my sheep eternal life, and they shall never perish, neither shall anyone pluck them out of my hand.” The fairest children of the earth will die, for what is born of the flesh is flesh, and all flesh is as decaying grass; but the most feeble child of God will live for ever, for the life of God in every degree of it is immortality. Time will extinguish the sun, the lamp of the moon will grow dim in ages still to come, but neither time nor age shall quench a solitary spark of heaven-born grace and light. Though faith is only as a grain of mustard seed, it is essentially a living thing, and it is not conceivable that God himself should kill what is quickened with his life. Although it is imperceptible sometimes even to the possessor of it, and though it should raise many painful questions concerning whether it is there at all, yet if it is there, God will preserve it even to the end. Come, child of God, you must not suppose that the Lord will kill you for ever. You must not allow suppositions which would dishonour your God. You may suppose what you like if it is innocent, but you must not suppose what would blaspheme the divine love, or cast a slur upon God’s fidelity to his promise. He may cast you aside for awhile, but he cannot cast you away for ever; he may take away your goods, but not your highest good. He may allow a cloud to rest upon your reputation, a blight to fall upon your usefulness, and a storm to sweep away your happiness, but his mercy is not completely gone for ever, he has not turned away his heart from you in anger. He has chastened you severely, but he has not given you over to death. No, you must not interpret the supposition of the text as though it said, “Though he leaves me to perish, though he casts me into hell,” for that can never be. But I am bold to say that even if the devil were to whisper in your ear that the Lord would finally destroy you, it would be a glorious thing if you could bravely reply, “And if he did I would still trust him.” One old saint once used very daring and perhaps unjustifiable language when he said, in ecstasy of love, “If God casts me into hell, I will hold so firmly onto him that he shall go there too; I will not let him go, and hell itself will be no hell for me while he is there.” Beloved, say in your soul — Though the Lord should condemn me, I will not rebel, but confess that he is just; though he should refuse to hear my prayers, yet he is an infinitely good and blessed God, and I will still praise him. But, beloved, it cannot be that God should kill or condemn a believer, and you need not tolerate the supposition. Blessed be his name, he has not cast away the people whom he foreknew, neither has one soul that trusted in him ever been forsaken.

8. The terrible supposition before us is inclusive of all possible ills. “Though he kills me.” He means that if every form of evil up to actual death should come upon him, yet he would trust in God. Although he should lose all that he had in flock or field, in purse or portion, yet he would trust. In Job’s case away went the oxen and the donkeys, away went the sheep, away went the camels, and away went all the servants, and each time as the messenger came breathlessly running in, he said, “I am the only left to tell you.” At last the worst news of all came, for all his children were taken away at a stroke. All was gone, for his wife was as good as lost also, since she went over to the enemy, and said, “Curse God and die.” Well says Job, “Though my troubles have left me bare of all except life, though nothing remains for me except this dunghill and the broken potsherd with which I scrape my sores, still I will trust in the Lord.” Oh, it was bravely said!

9. In this resolve, as we have seen, he includes not only all losses of property, but all bereavements of friends; and I should like you Christian people to look this in the face. Perhaps the Lord may suddenly take away from you the dearest object of your heart’s affection — your husband or your wife; can you trust him then? The almost idolized children may be removed one by one, and leave sad vacancies within your heart. Oh fond wife, the beloved of your soul may pass away in the prime of his manhood, the brother may be cut down as the green herb, and the sister fade as a flower. Parents, children, brethren, any and all of these may be put far from you, and you may find yourselves as lone trees, whereas now you are surrounded by a kindred forest. You may be the last of the roses, left alone, scarcely blooming, but bowing your head amid the heavy showers of sorrow which drench you to the soul. Now, believer, if you are in such a deplorable case as that, can you still say, “If the Lord should go even further than this, should his next arrows penetrate my own lacerated heart, even then, as I bleed to death, I will kiss his hand?”

10. Job included in his supposition all kinds of pain. We can hardly imagine the bodily agony of Job when he was covered with severe boils from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head. No one could approach him, the disease was so foul, neither could he endure to be touched, he says, “Though I have all these boils, and even if they should grow worse, so that the pains I now endure should become unendurable, and should I suffer the very anguish of death itself, yet still I would put my trust in my God. Neither poverty, loneliness, nor fierce torment shall make me forsake the Lord, nor shall all put together cause me to doubt him.” What a victory of faith this is!

11. Job at that time also suffered from dishonour, for those who once looked up to him with respect now despised him in their hearts. He says that those whose fathers he would have disdained to have set with the dogs of his flock, opened their mouths against him; and whereas, when he stood in the street, princes were silent in his presence to listen to his wisdom, now among the basest of mankind he had become a song and a byword. As for his mistaken friends, he had grown so weary of them that he said, “Oh that you would altogether hold your peace, and it would be your wisdom.” Poor Job was severely galled with the scorn poured upon him at a time when he deserved both sympathy and honour, but still his faith cries, “If I am still more despised, and forgotten as a dead man out of mind, yet I will trust in you, my God.”

12. Connected with all this, the afflicted patriarch must have felt much depression of spirit. Did he not say, “Even today my complaint is bitter: my stroke is heavier than my groaning. For God makes my heart soft, and the Almighty troubles me?” Those of us who are subject to depression of spirit find much that is congenial in the book of Job, his music is in tune with our own. How bitterly does he wail at times! What wondrous insight does he have into the mystery of sorrow! Though his grief has never been thoroughly weighed, nor his calamities laid in the balances together, yet his woes have been considered by thousands of mourners, and have ministered a wealth of consolation to them. Job does not exclude his despondencies from his resolves, indeed, he mainly intends them, for these are in a special sense a man’s own personal killing, and he says, “Though he kills me,” — though my heart should break with anguish, pierced through with despondency, yet I will put my trust in God. I began by calling the supposition of our text a terrible one, and now I claim that I have shown it to be so, since it includes the coming upon us of all kinds of ills.

13. Listen yet again. This supposition goes to the extreme of possibility, if not beyond it, for it will be hard to find a case where God has really killed any of his servants. The martyrs were killed for him, but not by him. To none of his children, except one, has the Lord been as Abraham was to Isaac when he unsheathed the knife to kill him. If it had been so, could we have been as the lamb beneath the sacrificial knife? The stones which killed Stephen, and the sword which killed James, were in the hands of cruel men, and not in the hands of God; but God himself is here supposed to kill us. Now, though he has not actually done so, we may enquire whether we could resign ourselves to him, even if he should take life and all with his own hand? Could we lie on the altar and not struggle? Do we hate even our own life also for love of him? What do we say? Is our love stronger than death? May God grant that it may be found to be so.

14. But this supposition goes further than matters ever will go. Why, then, does the Psalmist suppose such a case? I answer because only by such suppositions can he express his faith to the full. Remember that psalm, “Therefore we will not fear, though the earth is removed, and though the mountains are carried into the midst of the sea.” We are not expecting the earth to move nor the mountains to plunge into the ocean, but in order to express our confidence, we declare that even such a quaking would not affect the foundation of our faith. God himself meets his people in the same way, by saying, “The mountains shall depart, and the hills be removed; but my kindness shall not depart from you, neither shall the covenant of my peace be removed.” Child of God, you may suppose what never will occur, if you like, and project your soul by that supposition into depths of woe and grief, into which you will never actually come, and yet through divine grace you will resolve, “If it came even to that, still I would trust in him.”

15. Though the text supposes what will not actually occur, yet it is a just description of what often does occur as far as our conceptions go. Have you never known what it is to be in your own conceptions killed by God? My heart has known it often. It is as death itself to feel all your religion melt away like the hoarfrost of the morning, when the sun has risen; and all your joys in which you delighted flying away like birds when a man claps his hands. Have you never had to begin all over again, at the very alphabet of repentance and childlike faith, and find even that no easy work? Did you never know what it was to get your cup very full of what you thought was holy joy and sweet experience, and then for the Lord to turn it upside down and let you see that it was a mixture of self-conceit and sentimentalism, with thick dregs at the bottom of pride and falsehood? Can you say with David, “I have seen an end of all perfection?” Have you never been brought down from imaginary riches to bitter but honest poverty? Have you never thought you were becoming so wonderfully sanctified that you could scarcely lay a split sheet of tissue paper between you and perfection, and then suddenly the Lord has laid you naked and made you loathe the sight of your inborn corruptions? You have been like a cup which bubbled at the top and frothed over, and the Lord has blown off the froth and made you see the black draught of your inward vileness. God has many ways like this of killing in his children all that ought to die. So he kills the spiritual hypocrisy which is so common in us all. Our life seems at times to run all into puffballs and bloated fungi of self-glorying, we think that we are something when we are nothing, and then the Lord prunes us back to our real condition. Do you never know what it is to be killed like this? Ah, my brethren, at times our life is a long experience of the power of death. Do you not know what it is to say, “Is this prayer? Why, while I prayed my thoughts were perplexed, distracted, and wandering. Is this faith? Why, even on the most vital points my soul dares scarcely speak with confidence! Is this love? — love for Christ, which even while I exercise it accuses me on account of its lukewarmness and lack of self-denying ardour. Can this be spiritual life? Life at which I blush and over which I mourn! Life which scarcely reaches so far as feeling, and when it does, soon subsides into insensitivity!” Beloved brethren, I speak from experience, all this is a kind of killing by which the Lord removes pride from men and keeps them from the snares of vain confidence. Has he not written, “I kill and I make alive, I wound and I heal?” In these times of wounding and killing, which are very common to the experience of some of the children of God, the only thing we can do is still to trust, — “Though he kills me, still I will trust in him.” Trust him though he sifts out nine tenths of your hopes, burns up all your experiences, grinds your evidences to powder, crushes all your realised sanctities, and sweeps away all your rests and refuges. Then, indeed, is the best time of all to exercise true faith.

16. Once more, the grim supposition of the text, if ever it was experienced by anyone it was experienced by our Lord Jesus. Our great covenant Head knows to the full what his members suffer. God killed him, and glory be to his blessed name, he trusted God while he was being killed. “It pleased the Father to bruise him, he has put him to grief”; yet from the lips of our dear Lord we hear no expressions of unbelief. Read the twenty-second Psalm, where he says, “Our fathers trusted in you, they trusted in you and you delivered them, but I am a worm, and no man.” Hear how he pleads with God, and especially listen to his dying words, where, though he says, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” yet a few minutes later he cries, “Into your hands I commit my spirit.” What! into the hands of a God who had forsaken him and struck him; did he commit himself into those hands? Yes, into those very hands; and here we must follow in his steps. Although the Lord cuts, hews, hacks, tears, and grinds us to powder, yet out of the dust, and the tears, and the blood of the conflict we must look up to him and say, “I trust still you.” Here is the patience of the saints! Here is the glory of faith! Blessed is the man who thus becomes more than a conqueror. I say it calmly, I would sooner be able to do as Job did, than to be one of those seraphim, who have never suffered, and consequently have never clung to a killing God. I consider it the grandest possibility of a created being that it should be able completely to yield itself up into the Creator’s hand, and unwaveringly believing in the Creator’s love, in hope believing against hope. Oh, royal word of a very royal soul, “Though he kills me, still I will trust in him.”

17. II. Secondly, we have before us A NOBLE RESOLUTION — “still I will trust in him.”

18. Job meant that he was confident that the Lord was just, and though he did not feel that the sufferings he was then enduring were sent upon him for his sins, yet he never doubted the righteousness of God in afflicting him so. His friends said, “You see, Job, you suffer more than anyone else, therefore you must have been a hypocrite, for God will not lay upon any man more than is just.” “No,” Job said, “I have been upright before the Lord; and yet, on the other hand, I do not accuse the Lord of injustice, I am sure he does what is right, and I trust him as much as ever.” There were two things to which Job stuck very firmly — “Though he kills me, still I will trust in him, but I will maintain my own ways before him” — that is, I will not admit that I have been a hypocrite, for I have been sincerely obedient to him; nor will I be driven to the other conclusion, that God is unjust in afflicting me. Job did not understand the Lord’s reasons, but he continued to confide in his goodness. He set no terms or limits on the Lord’s actions, but left all to his absolute will, and was sure that whatever he might do it must be right. Should death prevent all apparent possibility of making up to him all his losses and woes, his faith looked beyond the sepulchre, and saw justice and mercy alive in the realms beyond, making all things right in the end. Oh, it was grand to champion almighty goodness like this in the teeth of death itself.

19. Now, dear brethren, you and I, if we are resting upon God may say, “Whatever happens, though I may not be able to understand God’s actions towards me any more than Job understood God’s actions towards him, yet I am quite sure of this, that he will help me in my trouble, and I will, therefore, cast myself upon him, believing that as my days my strength shall be; or if he does not aid me in my trouble with obvious help I will still trust that he will bring me out of it, that if he seems to forsake for a while, yet it shall be said of me as of Gad, ‘a troop shall overcome him, but he shall overcome at the last.’ ”

20. If I should neither receive present help nor immediate deliverance, yet I am persuaded that my good is intended by my long trial, and that God is making the worst things work out my everlasting benefit and his own glory; therefore I will submit to his will, and expect in the end to see the lovingkindness of the Lord. Yes, and if I should have neither present help nor deliverance, nor see any immediate good come from my affliction, yet I will rest myself upon God, for in some mysterious way or other I shall still know that his providence was right and good, for he cannot err, his dealings must be wise; he cannot be unkind, his actions must be tender. Though the sharp edge of death itself invades me, I will hold to this belief, that you, oh Lord, do all things right. If my steps must go down to the sepulchre, and my pilgrimage must wend through the gloomy valley’s darkest shadow, still I will fear no evil, for your rod and staff shall be my confidence, and I will be sure that he who tells me to die will make me live again; my body shall still rise up from the grave, and I shall see God in my flesh. As for my spirit, though it passes through the shadow of death, it shall come out into a brighter light, and in the eternity of glory it shall receive abundant reward for the sorrows of the present time. This is the faith for us to hold at all times — “Though he kills me, still I will trust in him.”

21. Why do you think Job was able to speak so positively about his trusting God? Was it not because he knew God? “Those who know your name will put their trust in you.” If you would believe God you must know him. Those who are strangers to him cannot trust him. Oh, beloved, only think what God is! Sometimes when I am contemplating his being and character I feel as if I could leap for joy, and when I touch upon the theme in the pulpit I feel as if I could talk on for ever in his praise, and use the grandest, sweetest, richest words in human language to tell what a blessed God my God is. What! the Lord do wrong to any of us? Impossible! The Lord be unkind to us? The supposition cannot be endured for a single moment. After once knowing him we feel that all the goodness and kindness of fathers, mothers, brothers, children, husbands, wives, all put together, is only like one single drop of sweetness compared with that ocean full of honey which is to be found in his infinite love. Besides, we not only have his attributes to trust in, but his past actions towards us. Did my Lord forgive me all my sin? and after that will he ever be unkind to me? Did he lay down his life for me upon the accursed tree, and can I dream that he will desert me? Have I looked into the wounds of my dying Saviour, and shall I ever murmur if he should multiply pains and sufferings and losses and crosses to me? God forbid. Such love as his forbids all fear. Did you ever lean on the Bridegroom’s arm? Have you ever sang like the bride in the canticle, “His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me?” Did he ever sustain you with flagons and comfort you with apples while your soul was sick with too much delight; and after all that will you indulge harsh thoughts about him? Oh no, until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, we cannot think harshly of him who has dealt so kindly with us. His ways must be right, such wondrous acts of love as his have proved to us beyond all question that he is love, essential love, and cannot, therefore, do us a bad turn.

22. Besides this, we know the relationship in which he stands to us. It has been said that you cannot trust an enemy, and it has been equally well added you cannot trust a reconciled enemy: suspicion lingers long. But our God is no reconciled enemy, though he is sometimes represented as if he were so: he has loved us with an everlasting love; his is no friendship of yesterday, no passion which began to burn a month or two ago; but long before the hills lifted up their heads he loved us. The bands of his fatherhood are upon us, and we can well commit ourselves into his hands.

23. Are any of us in great trouble this morning; then let us trust in the Lord now, for what else can we do? Suppose we give up trusting in him, to whom or where should we go? If this anchor drags, what other anchorage can there be? Let us continue to trust our Lord, for he deserves it. He has never done anything that could justify us in doubting him. Has he ever been false to us? Ah, Judas, you sold your Master, but your Master never sold you. Ah, unbelieving heart, you have wandered from Jesus, but he never wandered from you. If you do not doubt him until you have cause for doubting him it will not be too soon! Let us trust our God, for this is the sweetest comfort a man can have. This side of heaven nothing can yield the afflicted man such support under trial as when he can fall back upon the strong love of God, and believe that the wisdom of God is overruling all. Nothing tends to sanctify our trials so, and produce good results from them, as faith in God. This is the Samson who finds honey in the lion. For a thousand reasons I would say, “Trust in the Lord at all times: you people, pour out your hearts before him. God is a refuge for us.” May each one of you say, “Though he kills me, still I will trust in him!”

24. III. And, now, the last point is this, A SECRET APPROPRIATENESS about it all.

25. There is something about our Lord’s killing us which should help us to trust him. I would sooner the Lord should kill me with troubles and trials than leave me alone in my sin. What do the Scriptures say? “If you are without chastisement, of which all are partakers, then you are bastards and not sons, for what son is he whom the father does not chasten?” I do not so much pity the children of God who have a cross to carry, I reserve my fears for those worldlings who are not in trouble as other men, neither plagued like other men. It would be very foolish for the afflicted one to say, “I am no child of God because he strikes me”: there would be far more reason in the sinner’s saying, “I am no child of God, for I have my portion in this life.” Surely there is something in you which God loves, or else he would not be killing what he hates. If he hates the sin in you, it is a good sign; for where do we hate sin most? Why, in those we love most. If you see a fault in a stranger, you wink your eye, and say very little, but in your own dear child you are deeply grieved to observe it. Where there is true love there is a measure of jealousy, and the more burning the love the more fierce the jealousy, especially on the part of Jesus Christ. Where he sees sin in those who are very dear to him, his fury does not burn against them, but against their sin, and he will not stop until he has killed it. His rebukes are severe, not because of lack of love, but because he loves them so much. An ungodly man met me some years ago when I was suffering, and said to me in a jeering way, “Ah, whom the Lord loves he chastens, I see.” I said, “Yes, it is his custom.” “Ah,” he said, “as long as I am without the chastisement I am very content to be without the love.” Oh, it brought the red into my cheeks and the tears into my eyes, and I cried, “I would not change places with you for ten thousand worlds. If my God were to afflict me from head to foot I would bear it joyfully sooner than live a moment without his love!” When the Lord flogs us we love him, and we would not leave him though the devil should bribe us with all the kingdoms of the earth and the glory of them. Our Father sometimes puts us into the black hole, and we are there crying bitterly under a sense of his wrath, but we still love him, and if anyone were to find fault with him we would be up at once and say “He is a good God, and blessed be his name.”

26. Notice again that the killing of the creature is the very condition in which faith was born, and in which she delights to display her power. We are saved by passing from death to life. As Noah was like a dead man out of mind shut up in the ark, and by this burial passed into the new world, and as in the ordinance of baptism we are in the same way buried with Christ so that we may rise with him, so faith took her birth in the death of the creature at the time when the new life was breathed into us. When God is killing all that is capable of death, and our new immortal life alone survives, faith feels as if her birthday had come over again and brought with it her native air.

27. Notice again, it is at times when God is killing us that our faith is being tested whether it is true or not. When all the winds are fair how can you tell whether your barque would bear a storm? How much faith some of us have at times! Have you never felt as if you could fight seven devils with one hand? There was not a devil within seven miles when you were so bold; but when the smallest fiend has drawn near your courage has oozed out. We are like an old man whom I once knew, who said to me, “Here I am, eighty years old, and through the winter I often think, I wish I had a bit of mowing or reaping to do, for I feel quite young again; but as soon as harvest comes on, and I get down my old sickle, I have not done much before I feel the old man is a very old man, and had better leave that work alone.” Killing times let us know whether our strength is real strength, and whether our confidence is true confidence, and this is good, for it would be a great pity for us to be stocked with heaps of sham faith, and fictitious grace, and ready-made holiness. Some of my friends talk as if they had boldness enough for a dozen people, but I am afraid if they were tried as some of us are they would find they had not half enough for one. This is the benefit of trial — it lets us see what is gold and what is tinsel, what is fact and what is fiction. Alas, how much religious fiction is abroad at this time!

28. Notice further, that killing times are the most favourable for trusting God. I have been asking myself a little riddle. Here it is. Is it easier to trust God when you have nothing, or when you have all things? Is it easier to say, “Though he kills me, I will trust in him,” or to say, “Though he makes me alive, I will trust in him?” Will you think it over? Shall I help you? Here is a man without a farthing in the world; his cupboard is bare, his flocks are cut off from the field, and his herds from the stall; is it hard for that man to trust in God? If you say so I will not dispute with you. But here is another man who has a bank full of gold, his meadows are covered with flocks and herds, his barns are ready to burst with grain, and his business prospers on all hands. Now, sirs, is it easy for that man to trust God? Do you say “Yes?” I say “No.” I say that he has a very hard task indeed to live by faith, and the probabilities are that when he says, “I trust God,” he is trusting his barn or his bank. All things considered, it occurs to me that it is easier to trust God in adversity than in prosperity, because whatever trust there is in adversity is real trust, but a good deal of the faith we have in prosperity is a kind of trust which you will have to take upon trust, and whether it is faith or not is a matter of serious question. Sirs, where is the room for faith when you can see already all that you want? A full barn has no room for faith if she is any bigger than a mouse; but in an empty barn faith has scope and liberty. When the brook Cherith is dried up, when the poor widow has nothing left except a handful of meal and a little oil, then there is room for the prophet to exercise faith. Oh, brethren, it is good to go into action with clear decks. In the name of God, with double shotted guns full of strong faith you can let the world and the flesh and the devil know what faith is; but while your deck is all covered with comforts and visible resources faith can scarcely stir a hand or move a gun. “Though he kills me,” — well, that means everything is gone, only breath enough left to me just to exist; and now, my Lord, you are all in all to me. Now I can say, “Whom do I have in heaven except you; there is no one upon the earth whom I desire besides you.”

29. Once more, these killing times are very desirable occasions, because they allow the child of God to show that he is not a mercenary professor, held to Christ by a cupboard love. If God were always to prosper us the world would say, “These Christians follow their God as stray dogs follow those who give them bones, but they have no sincere love.” When the Lord starts whipping us, and we love him all the more, then they can only say that we are faithful, nor can they deny the work of grace in our souls. Oh, you who are Christians as long as it is pleasant to be Christians, you who make your love for Christ depend upon your feeling happy, — what despicable beings you are. Our Lord does not want such base disciples, but such as can say, “If I lose all I have, still I will love you, oh my Saviour: your sweet love is so precious that if death were threatening me I would still choose you to be my all in all.” Love desires opportunities for proving her selflessness, and such is the opportunity of the text.

30. There are seeking souls here this morning, and I daresay they have said, “Mr. Spurgeon has been describing great faith, we shall never achieve that.” I have been thinking, dear souls, what kind of a man is most like a little child? Is it not a very old man? What kind of faith is most like newly born faith? Why, the most mature and advanced faith. My text is very old faith: “Though he kills me, still I will trust in him,” but the very first faith I had in Christ — I remember it well — was just like it. I thought he would destroy me, I could not see how he could do otherwise, and still be a just God. I thought he must strike me down if I went to him. He seemed to stand with a drawn sword in his hand, but I felt “Well, if he does kill me, I had better die by his hand than remain his enemy”; and I went to him. I was like the boy who ran away from his home, and dared not return, because he feared his father would flog him. He was out all night, shivering, cold, and wet, and had nothing to eat all day. By the time he got to the next evening, such was his dread of being alone all through another night, that he said to himself, “I would sooner feel my father’s rod than lie here,” and so he went home, and was received with tenderness. So it was with me. I thought if I went to the Lord, I would have to smart for it, but I concluded I would rather smart than be as I was, and so I went to him, and found I was safe. Oh poor souls, come to Jesus Christ in that way. Say —

   I can but perish if I go,
      I am resolved to try;
   For, if I stay away, I know
      I must for ever die.
   But if I die with mercy sought,
      When I the King have tried;
   That were to die, delightful thought,
      As sinner never died.

31. Say, “If I go to hell, I will trust Christ; if I am cast away for ever, I will trust Christ”: and that cannot be, for “he who believes in him is not condemned.” May God grant you true faith, for Jesus’ sake. Amen.

[Portion Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Ps 73]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Spirit of the Psalms — Psalm 73” 73 @@ "(Part 2)"]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Peaceful Trust — ‘Trust Ye In The Lord Forever’ ” 689]
[See Spurgeon_Hymnal “Spirit of the Psalms — Psalm 46” 46 @@ "(Version 3)"]
 

Spirit of the Psalms
Psalm 73 (Part 1)
1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
   To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
   To see the wicked placed on high,
   In pride and robes of honour shine.
2 But, oh their end! their dreadful end!
   Thy sanctuary taught me so:
   On slipp’ry rocks I see them stand,
   And fiery billows roll below.
3 Now let them boast how tall they rise,
   I’ll never envy them again;
   There they may stand with haughty eyes,
   Till they plunge deep in endless pain.
4 Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
   Just like a dream when man awakes:
   Their songs of softest harmony
   Are but a preface to their plagues.
5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine
   Too dear to purchase with my blood;
   Lord, ‘tis enough that thou art mine;
   My life, my portion, and my God.
                           Isaac Watts, 1719.
 

Psalm 73 (Part 2)
1 God, my supporter and my hope,
   My help for ever near,
   Thine arm of mercy held me up,
   When sinking in despair.
2 Thy counsels, LOrd, shall guide my feet
   Through this dark wilderness;
   Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
   To dwell before thy face.
3 Were I in heaven without my God
   ‘Twould be no joy to me;
   And whilst this earth is mine abode,
   I long for none but thee.
4 What if the springs of life were broke,
   And flesh and heart should faint?
   God is my soul’s eternal rock,
   The strength of every saint.
5 Still to draw near to thee, my God,
   Shall be my sweet employ;
   My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,
   And tell the world my joy.
                        Isaac Watts, 1719.
 

Psalm 73 (Part 3)
1 Whom have we, Lord, in heaven but thee,
   And whom on earth beside;
   Where else for succour shall we flee,
   Or in whose strength confide?
2 Thou art our portion here below,
   Our promised bliss above;
   Ne’er can our souls an object know
   So precious as thy love.
3 When heart and flesh, oh Lord, shall fail,
   Thou wilt our spirits cheer;
   Support us through life’s thorny vale,
   And calm each anxious fear.
4 Yes, thou, our only guide through life,
   Shalt help and strength supply;
   Support us in death’s fearful strife,
   Then welcome us on high.
                     Harriett Auber, 1829.
 

The Christian, Peaceful Trust
689 — “Trust Ye In The Lord Forever” <7S. />
1 When we cannot see our way,
   Let us trust and still obey;
   He who bids us forward go,
   Cannot fail the way to show.
2 Though enwrapt in gloomy night,
   We perceive no ray of light;
   Since the Lord himself is here,
   ‘Tis not meet that we should fear.
3 Night with him is never night,
   Where he is, there all is light;
   When he calls us, why delay?
   They are happy who obey.
4 Be it ours then, while we’re here,
   Him to follow without fear;
   Where he calls us, there to go;
   What he bids us, that to do.
                  Thomas Kelly, 1815, a.
 

Spirit of the Psalms
Psalm 46 (Version 1)
1 God is the refuge of his saints,
   When storms of sharp distress invade;
   Ere we can offer our complaints,
   Behold him present with his aid.
2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl’d
   Down to the deep, and buried there;
   Convulsions shake the solid world,
   Our faith shall never yield to fear.
3 Loud my the troubled ocean roar,
   In sacred peace our souls abide;
   While every nation, every shore,
   Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream whose gentle flow
   Supplies the city of our God:
   Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,
   And watering our divine abode.
5 That sacred stream, thine holy Word,
   That all our raging fears controls:
   Sweet peace thy promises afford,
   And give new strength to fainting souls.
6 Sion enjoys her Monarch’s love,
   Secure against a threat’ning hour;
   Nor can her firm foundations move,
   Built on his truth, and arm’d with power.
                           Isaac Watts, 1719.
Psalm 46 (Version 2.)
1 God is our refuge and our strength,
   In straits a present aid:
   Therefore, although the earth remove,
   We will not be afraid.
2 Though hills amidst the seas be cast;
   Though waters roaring make,
   And troubled be; yea, though the hills
   By swelling seas do shake.
3 A river is, whose streams do glad
   The city of our God;
   The holy place, wherein the Lord
   Most high hath his abode.
4 God in the midst of her doth dwell;
   Nothing shall her remove:
   The lord to her an helper will,
   And that right early, prove.
5 Our God, who is the lord of hosts,
   Is still upon our side;
   The God of Jacob, our defence
   For ever will abide.
                     Scotch Version, 1641, a.
Psalm 46 (Version 3)
1 God is our refuge, tried and proved,
   Amid a stormy world:
   We will not fear though earth be moved,
   And hills in ocean hurl’d.
2 The waves may roar, the mountains shake,
   Our comforts shall not cease;
   The Lord his saints will not forsake;
   The Lord will give us peace.
3 A gentle stream of hope and love
   To us shall ever flow;
   It issues from his throne above,
   It cheers his church below.
4 When earth and hell against us came,
   He spake, and quell’d their powers;
   The Lord of hosts is still the same,
   The God of grace is ours.
                  Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

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