the prince of preachers Charles Haddon Spurgeon has been called England's greatest contribution to the spread of the gospel in the 19th century. One of his contemporaries said that the chief secret of Spurgeon's attractiveness was the fact that in every sermon, no matter what the text or the occasion, he explained the way of salvation in simple terms. Spurgeon's messages remain one of the great treasure houses of Christian literature, still bringing the light of the Gospel and the comfort of the Scriptures to hungry souls long after the preacher has passed into glory. This is Charles Kelsch inviting you to listen to a message from the Prince of Preachers. C. H. Spurgeon preached this message on January 6, 1861, at the Exeter Hall. It is entitled, A Sermon for the Week of Prayer. The text is found in Colossians 4, verse 2. Continue in prayer, and watch in the same with thanksgiving. Those of you who constantly listen to my voice are aware that on the first Sabbath of the year I always receive, of a venerable clergyman, a veteran warrior, and the Lord's hosts, a verse of Scripture which I accept as my New Year's text, and which, after being printed, becomes the motto of my congregation for the following year. It is somewhat singular that my venerable friend should have sent me in the envelope about a month ago this text. He knew nothing of the proposition for a week of prayer. I do not know that it had even been determined upon at that date, certainly neither to his knowledge nor to mine, and I could not but help thinking, when I opened my envelope and saw what was to be my text, that he had been directly and specially guided of God, that my text might be in keeping with the engagements of the week. Continue in prayer, and watch in the same with thanksgiving. How greatly do I rejoice that the churches are aroused to prayer! My honoured and venerable brother will this morning stand up in his village church, lift up holy hands, and bid his people join in the common supplication. And I feel but too happy as his younger brother in Christ, as but a babe compared to so experienced a pastor, to follow his example in stirring you up, that you too, as great host, may join with the general company of the faithful, and besiege the throne of grace till you carry the gates of heaven by storm and obtain the mercy which both you and the world so much require. Without further preface, let me observe that there are three exhortations in the text connected with prayer. The first is, continue. The second is, watch. And the third is, give thanks. Continuance sits like Moses on the top of the hill, while watching and thanksgiving, like Aaron and Hur, hold up its hands. And first, in regard to prayer, the apostle says, continue. Be ye not, O ye intercessors with God for men, be ye not as those whose goodness is as the morning cloud and as the early dew, do not begin to pray, and then suddenly cease your supplications. That will prove an ignorance as to the value of the mercy which you seek, and a want of earnestness as to your obtaining it. How many there be who, under a powerful sermon or during a trying providence, have bent their knees suddenly in hasty prayer. They have risen from their knees, and they have forgotten what manner of men they were. Take away the whip from them, and they have ceased to run. Remove from them the tempest, and they have ceased to fly before it. They have ceased to pray when God has ceased to smite. O Church of God, imitate not these heathen men and publicans. Wake not thyself up to a sudden fit of prayer, and then return again to thy sloth. Stir not thyself a moment from thy bed, to throw thy heavy head back again upon thy pillow, but continue in supplication. Cease not to pray. There is a great distinction between the prayer of the real convert and the merely convinced sinner. The merely convicted sinner, terrified by the law, calls but once. The awakened heart, renewed of the Holy Spirit, never ceases to cry until the mercy comes. A few days ago, by the seaside on the coast of the Isle of Wight, a woman thought she heard, in the midst of the howling tempest, the voice of a man. She listened. It was repeated. She strained her ear again, and she caught, amid the crack of the blast and the thundering of the winds, another cry for help. She ran at once to the beachmen, who launched their boat, and some three poor mariners, who were clinging to the mast, were saved. Had that cry been but once and not again, either she might have doubted as to whether she had heard it at all, or else she would have drawn the melancholic conclusion that they had been swept away into the watery waste, and that help would have come too late. So, when a man prays but once, either we may think that he cries not at all, or else that his desires are swallowed up in the wild waste of his sins, and he himself is sucked down into the vortex of destruction. If the Church of God shall offer prayer this week, and then shall cease to be in earnest, we shall thank her never to have meant her prayers. If she shall but now and then start up and make her supplications, we shall write her down a hypocrite intent for a moment upon keeping appearances, but afterwards relapsing into her lukewarm Laodicean condition. The exhortation of my text, I think, stands in contrast, then, to the transient prayer which is often offered by ungodly men. Continue in prayer. Do not pray once and have done with it, but continue in it. I think, further, that the exhortation to continue may be put in opposition to the common dealings of many with God, who pray and pause and pray and pause, are earnest and then cool, earnest and colder still. And there is a sharp frost, a rapid thaw, and then a frost again. Their spiritual state is as variable as our own weather. A shower, sunshine, mist, shower, sunshine again. They are everything by turns and nothing long. There are too many churches which are just of this character. See them one week, you would believe they would carry all before them and convert the town or village in which they are located. see them next week, and they are as sound asleep as a church, which is a common proverb, a church being too often the sleepiest thing in all the world. Sometimes they ran, and they did run well. What did hinder them? But they stopped, they paused, they looked about them, and after a while they ran again. But they moved not swiftly enough to be able to make up the time lost when they were standing still. Now I'm afraid our churches have been for a considerable period just in this state, have been sometimes hot and sometimes cold. Look at our revivals everywhere. The American revival, it is a great wave, and then dry sand. Look at the Irish revival. I fear that in the end it will come to the same amount. Almost everywhere there have been great stirrings, as if a holy fire had fallen and was about to burn up all the stubble. All men stand and wonder at it. But it ceases, and a few ashes remain. The fact is, the Church is not healthy. She has intermittent fits of health. She has starts of energy. She has paroxysms of agony. But she does not agonize for souls. She is not always earnest. She is not always busy. Well did Paul need to say to this age, as to his own, Continue in prayer, not one week, but every week, not for such a season, but at all seasons. Be ye always crying out unto the Lord your God. In the black country of England, you who have travelled will have observed fires which never in your recollection have been quenched. I believe there are some which have been kept burning for more than fifty years, both night and day, every day in the year. They are never allowed to go out, because, we are informed, the manufacturers would find it amazingly expensive again to get the furnace to its needed red heat. Indeed, the blast furnace, I suppose, would all but ruin the proprietor if it were allowed to go out once every week. He would probably never get it up to its right heat until the time came for letting the fire out again. Now, as with these tremendous furnaces which must burn every day, or else they will be useless, they must be kept burning, or else it will be hard to get them up to the proper heat, so ought it to be in all the churches of God. They should be as flaming fires both night and day. Cauldron after cauldron of the coal of earnestness should be put on to the furnace. All the fuel of earnestness which can be gathered from the hearts of men should be cast upon the burning pile. The heavens should always be red with the glorious illumination, and then, then might you expect to see the Church prospering in her divine business and hard hearts melted before the fire of the Spirit. Continue, then, in prayer. Never let your fire go out. But why? Why should the Church always be in prayer? Understand, we do not mean by this that men ought to leave their business, forsake their shops, and neglect their household to be always supplicating. There were some fanatics in the early Church who gave up everything that they might be always praying. We know what the Apostle would have said to them, for did he not say, If any man will not work, neither let him eat? There are some lazy people who like praying better than working. Let them learn that the Lord accepteth not this at their hands. Did not the Master, even when he was on earth, after he had preached a sermon in Simon Peter's boat, Did he not as soon as ever he was done say to Peter, Launch out into the deep, and let down your nets for a draught, to show that work, hard work, the hardest of work, is quite in keeping with the hearing and the preaching of the word, and that no man has any right to forsake his calling to which God has appointed him in his providence under the pretense of seeking the Lord? Never stain one duty with the blood of another. It is quite possible that you may continue in your labor and yet continue in prayer. You may not always be in the exercise, but you may always be in the spirit of prayer. If there shall not always be iron in the furnace to melt, yet let there always be the fire to melt it. If not always shooting the arrow up to heaven, yet always keep the bow well stringed, so shall you always be archers, though not always shooting. So shall you always be men of prayer, though not always in the exercise of praying. But why should the Church, to come to the question, why should the Church continue in prayer? For several reasons, and the first is, God will answer her. It is not possible that God should refuse to hear prayer. It is possible for Him to bid the sun stand still and the moon to stay her monthly march. It is possible for Him to bid the waves freeze in the sea, possible for Him to quench the light of the stars in eternal darkness. but it is not possible for him to refuse to hear prayer which is based upon his promise and offered in faith. He can reverse nature, but he cannot reverse his own nature, and he must do this before he can forbear to hear and answer prayer. The prayers of God's Church are God's intentions. You will not misunderstand me. What God writes in the book of His decree, which no eye can see, that He in process of time writes in the book of Christian hearts, where all can see and read. The book of the believer's desire, if those desires be inspired of the Holy Spirit, is just an exact copy of the book of the divine decree. And if the Church be determined today to lift up her heart in prayer for the conversion of men, it is because God determined from before all worlds that men should be converted. Your feeble prayer today, believer, can fly to heaven and awake the echoes of the slumbering decrees of God. Every time you speak to God, your voice resounds beyond the limits of time. The decrees of God speak to your prayer and cry, All hail! Brother, all hail! Thou too art a decree. Prayer is a decree escaped out of the prison of obscurity and come to life and liberty among men. Pray, brother, pray, for when God inspires you, your prayer is as potent as the decrees of God. As His decrees bind the universe with spells and make the suns obedient to Him, as every letter of His decree is as a nail pinning together the pillars of the universe, So are your prayers. They are the pivots on which earth rests. They are the wheels on which providence revolves. Your prayers are like God's decrees, struggling to be born and to become incarnate like their Lord. God's Will God must answer the prayers of His Church. Methinks I can see in vision in the clouds God's register, His file on which He puts the prayers of His Church. One after another they have been deposited. He has cast none of them away and consumed none of them in the fire, but He has put them on His file and smiled as the heap accumulated, and when it will reach a certain mark which He has set and appointed in His good pleasure, and the last number of the prayer shall be completed, and the blood of Christ shall have been due to the whole, then will the Eternal speak, and it shall be done. He shall command, and it shall stand fast. Let there be light, saith he, and there shall be light at once. Let the kingdom come! And the kingdom shall come. He that letteth shall be put out of the way. He that hindereth shall be cast down and trodden as the mire of the streets. Up, church of God, in all the glory of thy prayer, put on thy vestments, and begin to plead through Jesus Christ, thy great High Priest. Enter thou within the veil to-day, for God heareth thee, and he will surely answer thee. There is a second reason why the Church should continue in prayer, namely, that by her prayers the world will most certainly be blessed. The other evening, in visiting the sick, I saw at a distance, down a long street, the bright light of a fire. In a moment or so the flame seemed to yield. But again it sprang up and lit the heavens. Again it became dim, and dimmer still. As we walked along we said, They have got the fire under control. The engines have been at work. How soon is it out? I compare this to the Church's work upon the world. The world is, as it were, wrapped in the flames of the fire of sin, and the Church of God must quench those flames. Whenever we meet together and are more earnest in prayer, angels might well see in the distance the flames dimmed and the fire giving way. Whenever we cease our exertions and become languid in our efforts, the flame gets the upper hand of us, and once more spirits from the far-off world can see the fiery mantle surrounding our globe. Hand up your bucket, sirs, every man to the pump. Now strip to it every one of you. Work while you have life and strength. Now each man to his knee, for it is on our knees that we overcome. Each man to his station and to his work, and let us continue to pass from hand to hand the quenching water, till every spark shall be put out, and there shall be a new heaven and a new earth wherein dwelleth righteousness. To stop while but one part of the fabric is on fire would be to condemn the whole. To pause until the last spark shall be extinct would be to give up the world to the devouring element. Continue then in prayer till the world be wholly saved and Christ be universal King. Thirdly, continue in prayer because souls shall be saved as the result of your entreaties. Can you stand on the beach for a moment? You can scarcely see, but yet you may discern by the lights of the lanterns sundry brave men launching the lifeboat. It is out. They have taken their seats. Helmsmen and rowers, all strong hearts, determined to save their fellows or perish. They have gotten far away now into the midst of the billows, and we have lost sight of them. But in spirit we will take our stand in the midst of the boat. What a sea rolled in just then! If she were not built for such weather, she would surely have been overset. See that tremendous wave, and how the boat leaps like a sea-bird over its crest! See now again, it is plunged into a dreary furrow, and the wind, like some great plough, turns up the water on either side as though it were clods of mould. Surely the boat will find her grave and be buried in the sheet of the foam. But no, she comes out of it, and the dripping men draw a long breath. But the mariners are discouraged. They have strained themselves bending to yonder oars, and they would turn back, for there is small hope of living in such a sea, and it is hardly possible that they will ever reach the wreck. But the brave captain cries out, Now, my bold lads, for God's sake, send her on. A few more pulls of the oar, and we shall be alongside. The poor fellows will be able to hold on a moment or two longer. Now pull, as for dear life. See how the boat leaps, see how she springs as though she were a living thing, a messenger of mercy, intent to save. Again, he says, once more, once again, and we will do it. No, she has been dashed aside from the ship for a moment. The sea will all but stow her in. But the helmsman turns around, and the captain cries, No, my boys, once more, and every man pulls with lusty sinews, and the poor shipwrecked ones are saved. It is just so with us now. Long have Christ's ministers, long have Christ's church, pulled with the Gospel lifeboat. Let us pull again. Every prayer is a fresh stroke of the oar, and all of you are oarsmen. Yes, ye feeble women, ye confined to your beds, shut up in your chambers, who can do nothing else but pray. Ye are all oarsmen in this great boat. Pull yet once more, and this week let us drive the boat ahead, and it may be it will be the last tremendous struggle that shall be required, for sinners shall be saved, and the multitude of the redeemed shall be accomplished. Not we, but grace, shall do the work, yet it is ours to be workers for God. But continue in prayer once more, because prayer is a great weapon of attack against the error and wickedness of the world. I see before me the strong bastions of the Castle of Sin. I mark the host of men who have surrounded it. They have brought the battering-ram, they have dashed it many times against the gate, it has fallen with tremendous force against it, and you would have supposed that the timbers would be split asunder the first time. but they are staunch and strong. He who made them was a cunning architect. He who depends upon them for his protection is one who knew how to make the gate exceeding massive, is one who knew the struggle full well which he would have to endure, the Prince of Darkness as he is. If he knew of his defeat, yet well he knew how to guard against it if it were possible. But I see this ponderous battering-ram as it has been hurled with giant force again and again upon the gate, and has as often seemed to recoil before the massive bars. Many of the Saints of God are ready to say, Let us withdraw the instrument, let us take away the besieging armament. We shall never be able to storm this castle, we shall never effect an entrance. Oh, be not craven, sirs, be not craven! The last time the battering-ram thundered in its course, I saw the timber shake. The very gate did reel, and the posts did rock to and fro. See, now they have moved the earth around their sockets. Hell is howling from within, because it knows how soon its end must come. Now, Christian warriors, use your battering rams once more, for the gates begin to shake, and the walls are tottering. They will reel, they will fall ere long. One more blow, and yet another, and another, and another. And as Israel went up over the walls of Jericho of old, so shall we soon go up over the fallen ruins of the walls of the castle of sin and Satan. The Church does not know how near her victory is. We do not believe how much God is doing. But let the Holy Spirit for once give us a little more faith, and in confidence that we are nearing the victory, we shall continue in prayer. Turn not back when we shall have all but overcome. Continue still, even till the end shall be, and the voice shall be heard. Hallelujah, it is done! The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord and of His Christ. The second exhortation is, Watch. Watch, for you will soon be drowsy if you watch not. Joshua fought the Amalekites, and I never read that his hand was weary, though the battle occupied a very long day. Moses was on the mountain in prayer, and his hands grew heavy, because prayer is such spiritual work, and we are so unspiritual that the tendency of prayer upon our nature will be to make us drowsy unless we watch. It is ill praying when we are drowsy. It is ill for a church that is not half awake to be in supplication. All eyes must be opened, the judgment, the imagination, the hope, the memory, all must be in full vigor, or else we can scarcely hope that prayer shall be successful. I think I see the church as I fear she is now. There she is upon her knees with hands clasped. She mutters a few words. Her head droops, for she is weary. Again she pleads, and yet again her head is well nigh fallen on her bosom. She is a sleeping church in prayer. Am I too severe in this my picture? I believe it is true. I think there are some members of the Church thoroughly awake, but they are few. There are multitudes of professors who do not feel the value of souls. There are many who will meet in the room of this lower hall, and meet in our own chapels also, to pray, who are nevertheless not awake, not awake to the world's necessities, not awake to Christ's glory, not awake to the power of the Gospel. nor awake to their own responsibilities, so that they will pray, but pray and sleep. Here, then, we see the value of the exhortation of the Apostle, continue in prayer and watch in the same. But watch for another reason, because as soon as ever you begin to pray, there will be enemies who will also commence the attack. The Church never was earnest yet without sooner or later discovering that the Devil was in earnest, too. The devil has had an easy time of it up till the last six or seven years, for the Church has been going on her old-fashioned way, doing nothing at all. There was very little abuse of ministers. Ministers were getting to be very respectable men, and very little abuse of any section of Christians. They were all getting to be very easy and very lovable sort of people. But as sure as the Church, or any section of the Church, shall be right down in earnest, they will be abused. Never think you are good for anything till the world finds fault with you. Never reckon that you have got a success until many begin to cry you down. I always think that an article against you, if you have sought with an honest conscience to discharge your duty in the sight of God, is one of the highest compliments the press can pay you. Consider it as such. Never expect that the world will be friends with the Church. Indeed, the world will be friendly enough with the Church if the Church will not do her duty. If there were a sentinel set to guard a post against surprise, if you knew him to be a very great friend of those who meant to make the attack, I think you would suspect very soon that he was in collusion with the enemy. No, sirs, they who fight Christ's battles must be men who think as well of the world as the world thinks of them, that is to say, who have no love to the world's esteem and the world no love to them. Martin Luther used to say, The world gives me a very bad character, but there is no love lost between us. I can give to it as bad a character as ever it gives to me. The world says, mount a bank, pretender, fanatic. Be it so. Be it so, O world! Thou hast no power to honour Christ's ministers except by upbraiding them. There is no power in the wicked to honour Christ's minister except they are either trembling before him or else laughing at him. Either way, we will gratefully accept the honour and write it down as being a proof of our success. But watch, O Church of Christ, watch! A struggle awaits thee, as sure as ever thou art earnest in prayer. In riding along the south coast of England you may have noticed the old Martello Towers in constant succession very near to each other. They are the result of an old scheme of protecting our coast from our ancient enemies. It was supposed that as soon as ever a French ship was seen in the distance, the beacon would be fired at the Martello Tower, and then across old England wherever her sons dwelt. There would flash the fiery signal news that the enemy was at hand, and every man would seize the weapon that was next to him to dash the invader from the shore. Now we need that the Church of Christ should be guarded with Martello towers of sacred watchers who shall day and night look out for the attack of the enemy. for the enemy will come. If he comes not when we are prayerless, he will surely come when we are prayerful. He will show the cloven hoof as soon as ever we show the bended knee. If our motto be prayer, his watchword will be fierce attack. Watch, then, while ye continue in prayer. But yet again, watch while ye pray, for propitious events which may help you in the answer to your prayer. I have known sea-captains, when they have got their ships loaded with coal and they have wished to come up to London with their cargo, have been unable to get down the Tyne and out to sea. If they could have got to sea, they could make their passage, and I have known once or twice a very wary captain, being well upon the watch, managed to sail out of the river just while there was a little change of the wind. And when his fellows have awakened in the morning, they have missed him from his birth, and he has stolen a march upon them. He watched, and they did not, and having lost the win, they have had to lie in port till he has emptied out his cargo and returned. Now the Church should watch while she prays to see if she cannot fulfill her own prayers, look out for opportunities of doing good, and see if she cannot steal a march upon her enemies. While she has one eye to heaven for help, she must have the other eye on earth to look out for opportunities of doing good. God doth not always send the Spirit to blow with the same force. We cannot make the wind blow, but we can spread the sails. So if we cannot command the Spirit of God, when the Spirit of God does come, we can observe His coming and avail ourselves of the glorious opportunity. Watch, then, while ye pray. But watch, too, for fresh arguments in prayer. Heaven's gate is not to be stormed by one weapon, but by many. Spare no arrows, Christian. Watch and see that none of the arms in thy armory are rusty. Besiege the throne of God with a hundred hands, and look at the promise with a hundred eyes. You have a great work on hand, for you have to move the arm that moves the world. Watch, then, for every means of moving that arm. See to it that you ply every promise, that you use every argument, that you wrestle with all might. When you are wrestling with an antagonist you must keep your eye on him. You must look to see what he means to do next, or where you can get the next grip at him. See where you can get a hold or plant your foot so that you can throw him down. So wrestle with the Angel of Mercy. Watch while you pray. You cannot wrestle with your eyes shut, nor can you prevail with God unless your own soul be in a watchful state. O Spirit of God, arouse the Church and help her to watch while she prays. But one other remark. Watch for the answers to your prayers. When you post a letter to a friend requesting a favor, you watch for an answer. When you pray to God for a favor, you do not expect him to hear you, some of you. If the Lord were to hear some of your prayers, you would be surprised. I do believe that if God should send to you what you have asked for, you would be quite astonished. Sometimes when I have met with a special answer to prayer and have told it, some have said, Is it not wonderful? Not at all. It would be wonderful if it were not so. God says, Ask and ye shall receive. If I should ask and not receive, it would be wonderful. Seek, and ye shall find. If you seek and do not find, it is not only wonderful, but I think it is contradictory to God's word. The church has but to ask, and she shall receive. She has but to knock, and the door of mercy shall be opened. but we do not believe this. We fritter away God's promises and clip the edge of them, and then we go to God in prayer, and we think that prayer is a very holy exercise, but we do not think that God really hears us. Too many professors believe it is their duty to pray, but really they are not so enthusiastic as to think that God actually listens and sends them what they ask for. A man who should say that he knew that God heard his prayers is in some quarters looked upon as an enthusiast. And what is that but a proof that we do not believe this precious book? For let the most unprejudiced man be a judge. If this book does not teach that whatsoever we ask in prayer, believing, we shall receive, then it does not teach anything at all. And if it be not true that prayer is a power which prevails with God, then shut this book. It is not worthy of any confidence, for it does plainly say that which you say it does not mean. The fact is, my brothers and sisters, the answers to our prayers are always on the way while we are asking. Sometimes they come while we are yet speaking. Sometimes they delay, because we have not prayed as we should. God keeps the mercy back at times, and puts it out at compound interest, because He means to pay it to us, interest and all. Whereas if we had it at once, we should miss the interest, which sometimes doubles and triples the principle. We are never losers by his delays, but always gainers. We ought never to say, even though Providence should tell us so, that God forgets or is unmindful. We ought never to believe that God has been deaf to our cries, or refuse to answer our petitions. A true believer, pleading Christ's name and sacrifice, and asking in faith, must and shall receive that which he asks of God. Now, during the next week, the churches will meet together to ask for God's blessing. And if that blessing were to come, we should read the missionary herald, and it would begin, There has been a most surprising awakening throughout all the churches in such and such a country. That word surprising ought to be struck out. We should say, God has been as good as his word. We asked him to bless the world, and he has done it. And if he does not do it, it will be because we have not asked aright, for as sure as ever we had asked aright, God would have heard us. I believe this to be as true as a mathematical proposition. If twice two be four, then it is just as true that God hears prayer. I would not look upon it as being a mere notion, a thought, a very fine imagining, or a pretty idea. It is a fact, sirs, it is a fact. It is a fact which I could prove in my own experience by a hundred instances, if this were the time and place to tell them. But I am sure that the people of God universally could prove that God does hear prayer. As certainly as ever when you write to a friend you get your answer, more surely and certainly still, if you be pleading the name of Christ, God will hear you. But, oh, do open your eyes and look out for the blessing. Do watch for it. Be not so simple as to sow the seed and never to look for harvest. Do not be planting and never looking for fruit. Give up your prayers, or else expect them to be successful. When we were little children we had a little plot of garden ground, and we put our seeds into it. I well recollect how the day after I had put my seed in I went and scraped the soil away to see if it was not growing, as I expected it would have been after a day or so at the very longest, and I thought the time amazingly long before the seed would be able to make its appearance above the ground. That is childish, you would say. I know it is. But I wish you were childish, too, with regard to your prayers, that you would, when you have put them in the ground, go and see if they have sprung up. And if not at once, be not childish in refusing to wait until the appointed time comes. Always go back and see if they have begun to sprout. If you believe in prayer at all, do expect God to hear you. If you do not expect, you will not have it. God will not hear you unless you believe He will hear you. But if you believe he will, he will be as good as your faith. He will never allow you to think better of him than he is. He will come up to the mark of your thoughts, and according to your faith, so shall it be done unto you. I have a third point, but my time is almost gone, therefore let me dwell on it very briefly. The third point is, give thanks. prayer should be mingled with praise. I have heard that in New England, after the Puritans had settled there a long while, they used to have very often a day of humiliation, fasting, and prayer, till they had so many days of fasting, humiliation, and prayer, that at last a good senator proposed that they should change it for once and have a day of thanksgiving. It is of little use to be always fasting. We ought sometimes to give thanks for mercies received. Now during this week there are to be days of prayer. Take care that they are days of praise, too. Why should we go to God as mournful beings who plead piteously with a hard master who loves not to give? When you give a penny to a beggar in the street, you like to see him smile at you, do you not? Is he a crossing sweeper, and you have given him a trifle? He looks extremely grateful and happy, and you think within yourself, What a small expense has made that man happy! I think I will buy another penny worth of joy the next time I pass by.' So you give him all the more because of his thankfulness to you. Now go not before God with a rueful face, ye people of God, as though He had never heard you before, and you were about to try a great experiment on one who was exceedingly deaf and did not like to give you mercies. God is as pleased to give you His blessing as ever you are to receive it. It is as much to His honour as it is to your comfort. He takes more pleasure in your prayers than you do in your answers. Come, therefore, boldly. Come with thankfulness in your heart and upon your lip, and join the hymn of praise with the cry of prayer. Be thankful for what God has done. Look at the past year. I commend it to your consideration when you meet for prayer. Has there been for the last twenty years such a year as the last? If any man had said seven years ago there would have been preaching in St. Paul's Cathedral and Westminster Abbey, we should never have believed him. But it has been, and is to be again. If any, friends, it is said that nearly all the theatres in London would be filled on the Sabbath day. Oh, you would have said, it is ridiculous, it is an absurd notion. But it is done, sirs, it is done. If any had said to you seven years ago that there would have been a congregation of many thousands, without any drawback in numbers, who would always assemble every Sabbath day to listen to one minister, you would have said, Ridiculous! There is no precedent for it. It is impossible. It is not at all possible that the Spirit of God can incline a people's heart so long to listen to one man. It is done, sirs, it is done! And what are we to do but to give God thanks for it? When we come before him to ask for fresh mercies, let us not be so foolish as to forget the past. Sing unto him, sing unto him, sing psalms unto him. Come into his presence with thanksgivings, and show thyself glad in him with psalms, for the Lord is God, and a great King above all gods. So thank him for the past, and pray to him for the future. Thank him, too, for the power to pray. Thank him for the privilege of taking the churches once before him, and do better still. Thank him for the mercy which is to come. Great God, I thank Thee for the land of China, which shall come unto Thee. I praise Thee for India, which shall receive Thee. I praise Thee for Ethiopia, which shall stretch out her hands unto Thee. Great God, we bless Thee today for what Thou wilt do. Thy promise is, in the estimation of our faith, as good as the performance itself. We extol and glorify Thee, for Thy right hand, O Lord, Thy right hand hath dashed the enemies in pieces. Thou hast broken the bow and cut the spear in sunder, Thou hast burned the chariot in the fire. Thy right hand, O Lord, hath gotten Thee the victory. O come, let us sing unto the Lord, for He hath triumphed gloriously. Let us laud and extol Him, for He is King for ever and ever. Say unto Zion, Thy God reigneth. Behold, he cometh, he cometh to judge the world in righteousness, and the people with equity. Rejoice before him, O ye hills! Clap your hands, O ye cedars! Let the sea roar, and the fullness thereof, the world and all that dwell therein. Praise him, ye heavens, and ye heaven of heavens, ye spirits that stand before his throne, for he is God, and beside him there is no God. The whole earth praises Thee, O God, and all Thy creatures bless Thee for ever and ever. Thus, with the censer of prayer and praise, let us be this week like priests of God, and Thou, great High Priest, take Thou our sacrifice and offer it before Thy Father's face. I close my sermon. Oh, that some here present may lay the subject of prayer to heart this week. Get alone, dear friends, get alone this week. Pray for your children this week, and groan with God over your ungodly sons and daughters. Pray for your neighbors this week. Put God to the test. See if he do not open the windows of heaven upon you. Be you much in prayer, and you shall be much blessed. And, O poor sinner, thou who hast never prayed before, the year of God's redeemed has come. This is the acceptable day of the Lord. If you seek him, he will be found of thee. Seek ye the Lord while he may be found. Call ye upon him while he is near. Cry to him now. Say, O sovereign grace, my heart subdue. Trust Jesus with your soul, and unworthy though you be, your prayer shall be heard, and you shall be able to join with the company of the faithful in praying for others as well as for yourself. God bless you all, for Jesus' sake. Amen.