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

For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly. [Ro 5:6]

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1. As I was sitting the other day with an aged believer who is a local preacher among our Wesleyan friends, he said to me, “I cannot hope in the course of nature to stand up in the pulpit many more times; therefore, every time I preach now, I preach of nothing except Jesus Christ. And I said to the people the other day, ‘You will say when I am dead and gone, "Poor old Mr. So-and-so will come and preach to us no more, but as he got older and older the more he preached about Jesus Christ; until for the last few months of his life the old man never spoke about anything but his Master."’ ” Then, as if confidentially addressing himself to me, he said, “I should like to leave just that impression upon the people’s minds when I am taken from them.” The resolution seems to me so good that I think that it might be taken up by us who are younger, and adopted as our own. Paul, before he was “Paul the aged,” said, “I determined not to know anything among you except Jesus Christ, and him crucified.” There is nothing like striking at the centre, and keeping to vital points; and if we are keeping to Christ crucified, we are keeping to what will save souls, build up believers, and glorify God. But, dear friends, if we might be allowed to go astray from this subject sometimes, yet certainly not on an evening like this, when we are about to gather around the table which is loaded with the memorials of our Redeemer’s passion. Tonight, you who are believers in Jesus ought to have no eye for any object except him, no ear for any sound except what tells of him; indeed, no heart with which to relish any theme except your crucified Lord. Let us be just now blind, deaf and dead to every worldly consideration, but all alive, all awake and all aglow with love for him, and the desire to have fellowship with him.

2. Our text brings us at once to the cross, and it sheds a light upon our former estate; let us see where we were, and what was needed to make us the children of God. Do you ask, “How did our Redeemer view us when he died for us?” The response is clearly given here, “When we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.” Thus we have a twofold description of the state in which Christ viewed mankind when he shed the blood of redemption. The men for whom his propitiation was offered were “without strength,” and they were “ungodly.” If you or I have any part or lot in the matchless death of Jesus, we must feel ourselves to have been in just this condition; for it cannot have any relationship to any people except those who by nature are “without strength,” and “ungodly.”

3. I. THAT EACH MAN FOR WHOM CHRIST DIED WAS WITHOUT STRENGTH IS OBVIOUS.

4. He was legally weak. Before God’s judgment bar he had a weak case, a case without strength. He stood up as a prisoner to be tried, and of all the cases that were ever brought into court his was the most destitute of power. He was without strength. To make the case our own, since it really is ours, we could not deny the charge that we had broken the law, we could not set up an alibi, nor could we put in a plea of extenuation. The fact was clear. Our own conscience vouched for it, as well as the record of God’s providence. We could not make apologies, for we have sinned wilfully, sinned against light and against knowledge, sinned repeatedly, sinned without any necessity, sinned with an extravagant wilfulness, sinned with various aggravations, after we knew sin to be exceedingly sinful before God, and extremely injurious to ourselves; yes, we sinned deliberately and presumptiously when we knew the penalty — when we understood what we should lose for lack of obedience, and what we would incur as the chastisement of transgression. I say again, man’s case is well described as being extremely weak. Looked at legally it is utterly without strength. No advocate who understood the case would have ventured to plead it, except that one glorious advocate who did plead it, but at the cost of his own life. He knew that, if he undertook it, and stood up to plead with God for us, he must die for it, for it was a case in which, before the law, we were without strength. We had no good works to offset our sin; we had no hope of ever performing any in the future which could ever stand in the place of the good works which ought to have been done in the past. The case, put however it might be, broke down utterly, and the prisoner himself, if, indeed, able to speak the truth, would be compelled to say,

   Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
   I must confess thee just in death;
   And if my soul be sent to hell,
   Thy righteous law approves it well.

We were without strength. It was a hopeless case altogether, and could not be defended.

5. And man, by nature, is morally weak. We are so weak by nature that we are carried about like dust, and driven to and fro by every wind that blows, and swayed by every influence which assails us. Man is under the dominion of his own lusts — his pride, his sloth, his love for ease, his love for pleasure. Man is such a fool that he will buy pleasure at the most ruinous price; will fling his soul away as if it were some paltry toy, and barter his eternal interests as if they were only trash. For some petty pleasure of an hour he will risk the health of his body; for some paltry gain he will jeopardize his soul. Alas! alas! poor man, you are as light as the thistledown, which goes this way or that, as the wind may turn. In your moral constitution you are like the weathercock, which moves with every breeze. At one time man is driven by the world: the fashions of the age prevail over him, and he blindly follows them; at another time a clique of small people, notables in their little way, is in the ascendant, and he is afraid of his fellow men. Threatenings awe him, though they may be only the frowns of his insignificant neighbours; or he is bribed by the love of approbation, which may possibly mean no more than the nod of the squire, or merely the recognition of an equal. So he sacrifices principle and runs with the multitude to do evil. Then the evil spirit comes upon him, and the devil tempts him, and away he goes. There is nothing which the devil can suggest, to which man will not yield while he is a stranger to divine grace. And if the devil should leave him alone, his own heart suffices. The pomp of this world, the lust of the eye, the pride of life — any of these things will drive men about at random. See them rushing to murder one another with shouts of joy: see them returning blood red from the battlefield, and listen to the acclamations with which they are greeted, because they have killed their fellow men. See how they will go where poison is sold to them, and they will drink it until their brain reels, and they fall upon the ground intoxicated and helpless. This is pleasure which they pursue with eagerness, and having yielded themselves up to it once they will repeat it again, until the folly of an evil hour becomes the habit of an abandoned life. Nothing seems to be too foolish, nothing too wicked, nothing too insane, for mankind. Man is morally weak — a poor, crazy child. He has lost that strong hand of a well trained perfect reason which God gave him at the first. His understanding is blinded, and his foolish heart is darkened; and so Christ finds him, when he comes to save him, morally without strength.

6. Now, I know I have described exactly the condition of some here. They are emphatically without strength. They know how soon they yield. It is only to put sufficient pressure upon them, and they give way despite their resolutions, for their strongest resolves are as weak as reeds, and when only a little trial has come, away they go back to the sins which in their conscience they condemn, though nevertheless they continue to practise them. Here is man’s state, then — legally weak and morally weak.

7. But, further, man is, above all things, spiritually without strength. When Adam ate from the forbidden fruit he incurred the penalty of death, and we are all involved in that penalty. Not that he at once died naturally, but he died spiritually. The blessed Spirit left him. He became a soulish or natural man. And such are we. We have lost the very being of the Spirit by nature. If he comes to us, there is good need he should, for he is not here in us by nature. We are not made partakers of the Spirit at our natural birth. This is a gift from above to man. He has lost it, and the Spirit — that vital element which the Holy Spirit implants in us at regeneration — is not present in man by his original birth. He has no spiritual faculties, he cannot hear the voice of God, he cannot taste the sweets of holiness. He is dead, indeed, and in Scripture he is described as lying like the dry bones that have been parched by the hot winds, and are strewn in the valley dry, utterly dry. Man is dead in sin. He cannot rise to God any more than the dead in the grave can come out of their sepulchres by themselves and live. He is without strength — utterly so. It is a terrible case, but this is what the text says, “When we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.”

8. Putting all these things into one, man by nature, where Christ finds him, is utterly devoid of strength of every kind for anything that is good — at least, anything which is good in God’s sight, and is acceptable to God. It is of no use for him to sit down and say, “I believe I can still force my way into purity.” Man, you are without strength until God gives you strength. He may sometimes jump up in a kind of alarm, and say, “It shall be done,” but he falls back again, like the madman who after an attack of delirium, sinks immediately to his old state. It will not be done. “Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?” If so, then he who is accustomed to do evil may learn to do well. Not until then, by his own unaided strength can he perform any right and noble purpose. Indeed, what am I talking about? He has no strength of his own at all. He is without strength, and there he lies — hopeless, helpless, ruined, and undone, utterly destroyed; a splendid palace all in ruin, through whose broken walls sweep desolate winds with fearful wailings, where beasts of evil name and birds of foulest wing do haunt, a majestic palace even in ruins, but still utterly ruined and quite incapable of self-restoration. “Without strength.” Alas! alas! poor humanity!

9. But the people for whom Christ died are viewed by him from the cross as being “ungodly,” that is to say, men without God. “God is not in their thoughts.” They can live for months at a time, and no more remember him than if there were no God. God is not in their hearts. If they do remember him, they do not love him. God is scarcely in their fears. They can take his name in vain, profane his Sabbath, and use his name for blasphemy. God is not in their hopes. They do not long to know him, or to be with him, or to be like him. Practically, unconverted men have said, “Who is the Lord, that I should obey his voice?” If they do not say it in so many words, they do imply it by a daily neglect of God. Even if they take up with religion, yet the natural man sticks to the sentiments or the ritual that belong to his profession, subscribing to a creed, or observing a series of customs, while he remains utterly oblivious of that communion with God which all true religion leads us to seek, and therefore he never gets to God. He adapts himself to the outward form, but he does not discern the Spirit. He listens to pious words, but he does not feel them. He joins in holy hymns, but his heart does not sing. He even gets down on his knees and pretends to pray, and all the while his heart is wandering far from God. He does not commune with his Maker, and he cannot, for he is alienated from his Creator, or, as the text puts it, he is ungodly.

10. “Now,” you say, “you have made man out to be a strange creature.” Believe me, I have not painted the picture one half so black as it is, nor can I. But do not be angry with me for painting it like this. So much the better for you, for now you see there is no man too bad to be included in this description — without strength and ungodly. For Christ died for such as these. The description of the men for whom Christ died has not one letter of goodness in it. It describes them as hopelessly, helplessly bad. Yet for such Christ died. Oh sirs, I am not going to tell you that Christ died for saints. He died for sinners, not for the godly, but for the ungodly, not for the strong in grace, strong in morals, and the like, but for those who were without strength. Truly I know he died for the saints, but who made them saints? When he died for them they were sinners. I know he died for those whom he has made “strong in the Lord and in the power of his might,” but who made them strong? When he died for them they were as weak as others. All the difference between Peter in heaven and Judas in hell is a difference made by free rich sovereign grace. There was the same raw material to begin with in one as in another; and Jesus Christ looked upon men not at their best, when he laid down his life for their redemption, but at their worst. This is clear, yes, it is self-evident: had they been healthy they would not have needed a physician; if they had not been lost they would not have needed a Saviour; if the disease had not been very bad they would not have needed so matchless a medicine as the blood of Christ; if they had not been helplessly lost, there could have been no necessity for omnipotence to step in to accomplish their rescue, and had not the ruin been terrible to the nth degree, it would not have been demanded that God himself should come in human flesh, and make expiation for guilt by his own death upon the cross. The glory of the remedy proves the desperateness of the disease. The grandeur of the Saviour is a sure evidence of the terribleness of our lost condition. Look at it, then, and as man sinks so Christ will rise in your esteem, and as you value the Saviour so you will be more and more stricken with terror because of the greatness of the sin which needed such a Saviour to redeem us from it.

11. Thus I have described the way in which Christ viewed us when he died for us. I only wish the Spirit of God would give to poor trembling sinners the comfort which this doctrine ought to give. You will say, “Oh, I am one of the worst in the world.” Christ died for the worst in the world. “Oh, but I have no power to be better.” Christ died for those who were without strength. “Oh, but my case condemns itself.” Christ died for those who are legally condemned. “Indeed, but my case is hopeless.” Christ died for the hopeless. He is the hope of the hopeless. He is the Saviour not of those partly lost, but of the wholly lost. Your case, however bad it may be, must come within the sweep of the glorious arm which wields the pierced hand. Christ came to save the very vilest of the vile.

12. II. But now, secondly, the text tells us WHEN CHRIST INTERPOSED TO SAVE US. “When we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly.”

13. What does it mean by “due time?” Why, it means that the death of Christ occurred at a proper period. I cannot suggest any other period in time which would have been so judiciously chosen for the death of the Redeemer as the one which God elected; nor can I imagine any place more suitable than Calvary, outside the gates of Jerusalem. There was no accident about it. It was all fixed in the eternal purpose, and for infinitely wise reasons. We do not know all the reasons, and must not pretend to know them, but we do know this, that at the time our Saviour died sin among mankind in general had reached a climax.

14. There never was a more debauched age. It is impossible to read the first chapter of the epistle to the Romans, and to understand its testimony, without feeling sick at the depravity it records. It is such a desperate, and as well such a truthful description of the infamous vices into which men had fallen in those days, that we feel that they must have gone, in fact, beyond all that we could suppose that the vilest imagination could have fabled. Indeed, as far as our modern time is concerned, the annals of crime are silent concerning such atrocities, and for most of us, it surpasses our belief that licentiousness should ever have grown so extravagant in committing wilful violations of nature, and indulging a propensity to revel in loathsome folly and unnecessary vice. Their own satirists said that there was no new vice that could be invented. Any person, who has passed through Naples by Herculaneum and Pompeii, and seen the memorials of the state of society in which those cities existed, will almost rue the day in which he ever saw what he did, for there is no leper house that is so foul as was the common life of the Romans of that age; and, in all probability, the Romans were as good as any other nation then existing upon earth. Their very virtue was only painted vice. What little of virtue had existed among mankind before was gone. Socrates and Solon, so much vaunted everywhere, were in the habit of practising vices which I dare not mention in any modest assembly. The very leaders of society would have done openly things which we should now be committed to prison for mentioning, which it is not lawful to think of. Society was rotten through and through. It was a stench, and offensive to the utmost by its corruption. But it was then, when man had sunk to his worst, that on the bloody tree Christ himself was lifted up to be a standard of virtue — to be a bronze serpent for the cure of the multitudes of mankind who everywhere were dying of the serpent’s bites. Christ came at a time when the wisdom of man had risen to a great height, and, whenever it does get to a great height, man becomes an extraordinary fool. The various teachers of philosophy were then going up and down the earth seeking to dazzle men with the brightness of their teaching, but their science was absurdity, and their morals were a systematized immorality. Putting the whole of it together, whatever was true in what they taught, our most common Sunday School child understands; but the bulk of it was altogether foolishness, couched in paradoxical terms to make it look like wisdom. “The world by wisdom did not know God.”

15. But, surely, man had a religion at that time! He had, but man’s religion — well, the less we say about the religion which existed when Christ came into the world the better. One of their own poets, speaking of the Egyptians, ridiculed them by saying, “Oh happy people, who grow your gods in your own kitchen garden!” — for they worshipped leeks and onions. These well trained and tutored people embalmed the ibis [a] and the cat, and made these objects of religious reverence. If you had stepped into the temple of god Isis anywhere, you would soon have discovered emblems of the utmost obscenity; and the holy rites of the common religion of the period — the holy rites, I say, done in honour of God were acts of flagrant sin. The temples were abominable and the priests were abominable beyond description. And where the best part of man, his very religion, had become so foul, what could we expect of his ordinary life? To give a boy a Lemprière’s Classical Dictionary, [b] as school teachers do, is, I believe, to debauch that boy’s mind, though the most of its execrable records concern the religion of the period of which I am now speaking. If such was the religion of the time, oh God, what must its irreligion have been? But was there not a true religion in the world somewhere? Yes, there was, and it was in Judea. But those who inherited the canon of divine revelation, what manner of men were they? Not one bit better than the heathen, for they were gross hypocrites. Tradition had made void the law of God. Ritualism had taken the place of spiritual worship. The Pharisee stood with uplifted eyes, and thanked God that he was not as other men were, when he had put into his pocket the deeds of a widow’s estate of which he had robbed her. The Sadducee came out and vaunted his superior light and intelligence, while at the same time he betrayed his gross darkness and his dire scepticism, for he said that there was no angel, or resurrection, or spirit. The best men of the period in Christ’s days said to him, because he was holy, “Away with such a fellow from the earth!” I have heard men talk of regicides, [c] as if they were strange beings; but, oh earth, you are a regicide; no, worse than that, you are a deicide, [d] for did you not put the Son of God himself to death? A certain flowery orator once said, “Oh virtue, you are so fair and lovely, that if you were to come on earth all men would adore you.” But virtue did come on the earth, clothed not in helmet and in armour, nor with iron hand to crush the sons of men, but it came in the silken garments of love and peace, personified by the incarnate Saviour; and what did the world say to virtue? They said, “Crucify him, crucify him!” And the only answer the world could give to the question, “Why, what evil has he done?” was “Crucify him, crucify him!” They would not have him to live upon the face of the earth.

16. Now, when men had become so evil, then in due time Christ came to die for them. If he had sat up in heaven and launched his thunderbolts at them; if, from the heights of glory, he had commissioned his armoured seraphim and sworded cherubim to come and sweep the whole race away, and bid the bottomless pit open wide her jaws and swallow up this disgusting horde of creatures, no one could have blamed him; they well deserved it. But, instead of that, the pure and Holy One comes down to earth himself to suffer, and to bleed, and die, so that these wretches, — yes, that we ourselves — might live through him.

17. So I have described how he looked upon us, and at what time he came.

18. III. But now, thirdly — and, oh! that these lips had language, or that this heart could do without poor lips to tell this account — WHAT DID HE DO FOR US? There we were. Do not think that you are any better than the rest, or the worst, of our fallen race. If the current of social habits, and the spread of Christian light make us outwardly better, we had only to have been put in the circumstances of those heathen, and we would soon have been as bad as they were. The heart is corrupt in every case; and yet Jesus came. What did he do for us?

19. Well, first, he made the fullest degree of sacrifice that was possible. To lift us up he stooped. He made the heavens, and yet he lay in Bethlehem’s manger. He hung the stars in their places, and laid the beams of the universe, and yet he became a carpenter’s son, giving up all his rank and dignity for love’s dear sake; and then when he grew up he consented to be the servant of servants, and made himself of no reputation. He took the lowest place; “he was despised and rejected by men”; he gave up all ease and comfort, for he had nowhere to lay his head; he gave up all health of body, for he bore our sickness, and he bared his back to the smiters so that the chastisement of our peace might fall upon him; he gave up the last rag he had, for they took his own clothing from him, and they cast lots upon his vesture; he gave up all esteem for the world. They called him a blasphemer. Reproach broke his heart, but he gave that heart up for us; he gave his body to the nails, and his heart to the spear, and he could do no more. When at last he gave his life, “It is finished,” he said; and they took down his mangled body from the tree and laid it in the grave. Self-sacrifice had reached its climax; he could not go any further; but he could not have saved us if he had stopped short of that. So lost, we were so utterly lost, that without this extreme self-devotion — until it could be said, “He saved others; he could not save himself” — without this self-devotion, I say, he could not have saved so much as one of us.

20. In the fact that Christ’s self-sacrifice went so far I see evidence of the extreme degree of our need. It may be thought, perhaps, that I speak in excitement when I describe the lost estate of man. Sirs, I have felt that lost estate in my own soul, and I only tell you what I know; and if you had ever felt it — and I pray God you may if you never have — you would admit that it cannot be exaggerated. But look at this. I challenge any reasonable man to dispute the position. Would he who is “God over all, blessed for ever,” have come from the height of heaven, given up all that is grand and honourable, have made himself of no reputation, and have humbled himself even to the death, to save us, if it had not been a most terrible ruin to which we were subject? Could there require such a mighty heave of the eternal shoulders if it had not been a dead lift [e] indeed? Here is something more than a Samson needed to pull up the gates, and posts, and bars of our great dungeon, and carry all away upon his mighty shoulders so that we might never be prisoners again. The splendid deed of grace which Christ has accomplished was not a triviality, it could not be, and therefore there must have been some dire and urgent ruin imminent upon the sons of men for Christ to make so tremendous a sacrifice as to bleed and die for us.

21. And notice brethren, while this death of Christ was to him the height of sacrifice, and while it proved the depth of our ruin, it was the surest way of our deliverance. Behold how man has broken the law. Can you help him, can you help him, you pure spirits, who stand around the throne of God? Can you help him? Can you come and encourage him, cheer him, give him hope that perhaps he may do better? Your encouragements are all in vain, for you encourage him to do what cannot be done. He is so ruined that the case is beyond your aid. But suppose God himself should take account of it. Indeed, now there is hope for him. But, perhaps, God should show his pity and give his counsel; that would not go far in helping him. Then there would be very little hope. But what if God will go as far as God can ever go — does that need correction? No, let it stand. I cannot speak more correctly than that. I know of nothing that God the eternal himself could do more than to become incarnate and, in human flesh, to bleed and die for man. God has here shown all the attributes and perfections of his Godhead. What more can I say? He has purposed and accomplished the utmost that infinite love can do for our infinite wretchedness. Well, if God will do so much that no more can be done, and God is infinite, then, depend upon it, that is the surest thing to be done. It claims admiration and defies argument while it arouses enquiry.

22. Do you ask how he will do it? Well, Christ shall take upon himself the responsibility for this sin; he shall stand in the sinner’s place; he shall be punished as if he had committed the sin, though there was no sin in him. The vials of wrath that were due to human transgression shall be poured upon him. The sword of justice that ought to be sheathed in the sinner’s heart shall be plunged into the Saviour’s heart. Ah! was there ever such a plan devised? The just dies for the unjust; the offended Judge himself suffers for the offence against his own law. Oh, matchless plan! This, indeed, makes sure work for man; for now it takes him, sinful and lost as he is, and puts another in his place who is able to bear his sin, and puts man into the place of that other. Yes, hear it. It puts the sinner into the Saviour’s place, and God looks upon the Saviour as if he had been the sinner, and then upon the sinner as if he had been the perfect one. There is a transposition! Christ and the sinner exchange places. He was made sin for us so that we might be made the righteousness of God in him. This is the way to do it; indeed, and this is the way to sweep out of the path all attempts on our part to help, for this was so great a work that Jesus Christ himself must sweat while he did it; he must bleed his soul away to accomplish it. Oh you self-righteous ones, stand back! With broken limbs and dislocated bones you come hobbling up to help this glorious champion. Away with you! You are without strength, and you are ungodly by nature. What can you do in this great enterprise? Christ has done it, and every part of it is such a wondrous transaction that the very majesty of it might make self-righteousness cover its face and fly away abashed, crying, “Oh God, I must lie down and die; I cannot live; I have seen the righteousness of Christ, and there is no more room for me.”

23. Come, brothers and sisters, since my words fail to explain what the Saviour has done, I want you to think it over, and I want you to love him. For my part, I want to love and adore him too, with all my heart, and soul, and strength, for dying for me, for standing in my room and place, that I, a lost, condemned, and all but damned sinner, might yet live and be justified and be loved and adopted and accepted, and at last crowned with glory for his dear sake.

24. IV. Time fails me, and therefore I must hurry to the last point, which is, WHAT THEN? What then? “Christ died for the ungodly.” What then?

25. Then sin cannot exclude any man from the grace of God if he believes. The man says, “I am without strength.” Christ died for us when we were without strength. The man says, “I am ungodly.” Christ died for the ungodly. I remember how Martin Luther hammers on that word, “He gave himself for our sins.” “There,” says Martin, “it does not say he gave himself for our virtues. He thinks more of our sins than our virtues,” he says. “He gave himself for our sins.” He never says a word about our excellencies — never a syllable about our goodness. Rotten trash! But he gave himself for our sins. “Oh,” a man says, “I would come to Christ if I were cleaner.” Man, he did not die for the clean: he died for the filthy, so that he might make them clean. “I would come to the Great Physician,” one says, “if I were healthy.” Man, he never came to die for those who are healthy. The physician does not come to cure those who are healthy, but those who are sick. Look at it in this light. If you have committed every crime in the whole catalogue of sin, no matter what that crime may be, if you will repent of this sin, and look to Christ, there is pardon for you. There is more, there is a new life for you, and a new heart for you. There is a new birth for you, so that you shall be no more a child of Satan, but a child of God. And that is to be had now. Oh, the splendour of the grace of God! Our sins stand like some tremendous mountain, and the grace of God rips that mountain right up by its roots and hurls it into the sea. It shall never be seen again. Christ’s blood shall cover it. Christ shall be seen, and not you. He will stand between you and God, and God will see you through the wounds of Christ if you believe in him, and you shall be “accepted in the Beloved.” I have not put this too strongly, either. The text says, “When we were without strength he died for the ungodly,” and it is to the ungodly and those without strength that this message is sent.

26. But, what then? What more? Why, then Jesus will never cast away a believer for his subsequent sins, for if when we were without strength he died for us, if, when we were ungodly, he interposed on our behalf, will he leave us now that he has made us godly? Did you notice the argument of the whole chapter as it was read to you just now? It is the strongest and most unassailable argument that I can deem possible. The apostle declares that “God commends his love towards us, in that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us: much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him; for if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved through his life.” Notice the triple cord of reasoning employed here. When we were enemies, he blessed us. Much more now that we are reconciled. When we were enemies, he reconciled us; will he not now save us? Shall those who are reconciled be afterwards left to perish? And since we are so freely and fully saved by the death of Christ: much more shall we be saved by his life. If his death did so much, much more must his life be a motive for our confidence. Oh, it is clear! it is clear! it is clear! Though I may have backslidden and may have sinned, yet I have only to go back to my Father, and say, “Father, I have sinned,” and I am still his child, and he will fall upon my neck and kiss me, and I shall yet sit at his table, and hear music and dancing, because he who was lost is found. It is clear now from the text.

27. Again, it is equally clear that every blessing any child of God can ever want he can have. He who did not spare his own Son when we were without strength and ungodly, cannot deny us inferior blessings now that we are his own dear children. Go, child of God, with confidence to your heavenly Father. He gave you Jesus, what can he keep back from you?

28. What then? Let us ask the question once more; and I think a spontaneous outflow of gratitude should furnish the reply. If, when we were without strength, Christ died for the ungodly, let us praise him! let us praise him! let us praise him! Oh, if he came when there was nothing to draw him, when, if he looked us through and through, he could not see a good point in us, if he loved us so that he would save us when we were altogether bad, hopeless, and helpless, why, the very least thing we can ever do is to love him and to praise him as long as we have any being. I am of that old woman’s mind who said, “If Jesus Christ does save me he shall never hear the end of it.” Nor shall he. We will talk about it, and we will praise him, and we will bless him for it as long as immortality endures. “What, does Christ Jesus take the utterly unworthy?” Yes, just so. Then, when he takes them, how they will serve him! Love him? Love him? Is there a question about it? When he has freely forgiven me everything, and saved me by the shedding of his own blood, can I forbear to love him? I would be worse than a devil if I did not love him. Indeed, while this heart can beat, while memory holds her throne, his name shall be dearest of all names, and his service the pleasure of life, if he only gives me grace to stand by this. Do you not say so, beloved? I am sure you do. And may he by his mercy touch the heart of some great sinner tonight! Perhaps there is a woman who is a sinner here. Oh, that you may come to wash his feet with your tears and wipe them with the hairs of your head, because of his love for you. Perhaps there is some thief here. Oh, that you might be with him in Paradise! And I am sure, if he pronounces you absolved, you will sing more sweetly in heaven than any other, because of what he has done for you. Blessed be your name, oh Son of God, for ever and for ever! And all our hearts say “Amen.”

[Portion Of Scripture Read Before Sermon — Ro 5]

[a] Ibis: A genus of large grallatorial birds related to the stork and heron, comprising numerous species with long legs and long slender decurved bill, inhabiting lakes and swamps in warm climates; a bird of this genus, esp. (and originally) the Sacred Ibis of Egypt, with white and black plumage, an object of veneration among the ancient Egyptians. OED.
[b] Lemprière’s Classical Dictionary: The Bibliotheca Classica (Reading, November, 1788), or Classical Dictionary containing a full Account of all the Proper Names mentioned in Ancient Authors is the best known work of John Lemprière, an English classical scholar. Edited by various later scholars, the dictionary long remained a readable if not absolutely trustworthy reference book in mythology and classical history. Lemprière wished "to give the most accurate and satisfactory account of all the proper names which occur in reading the Classics, and by a judicious collection of anecdotes and historical facts to draw a picture of ancient times, not less instructive than entertaining." See Explorer "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lempri%C3%A8re’s_Bibliotheca_Classica"
[c] Regicide: One who kills a king, esp. his own king. OED
[d] Deicide: The killing of a god. OED.
[e] Dead lift: The pull of a horse, etc., exerting his utmost strength at a dead weight beyond his power to move. O