The Spurgeon Series 1859 & 1860. Charles H. Spurgeon
and to the wailing of the damned? Yes, you shall as sure as this word is true, if you go on in your hypocrisy. Death shall catch up with you, and hell shall be your doom, for the hope of the hypocrite is as the spider’s web, soon swept away; and where is he when God takes away his hope?
15. This then is the tallying up of the hypocrite’s account, and there is a deficit of an infinite amount.
16. III. Now for the matter of the CURE FOR THE HYPOCRITE. What shall we say about it? Oh! my friends, I feel that in thus speaking of the hypocrite, I have tried to speak severely, but I have not been able to reach the heart as I could wish, because it is a mark of human nature that this is the last sin we would really suspect in ourselves, and yet the one most easily to fall into. Often I fall on my knees in an agony of doubt, and cry, “Lord, make me sincere; if I am deceived, undeceive me.” I do not think that any Christian will live long without some such seasons of anguishing self-examination. Let me ask you today, let no one exempt himself. You may have been professing Christians for many years, and yet you may have been hypocrites. Remember there was a hypocrite among the apostles, so may there be among the ministers of Christ. There have been deceivers among the apostolic churches, how much more may we expect them among us. Do not look around to discover them, it is God’s business, not yours, to expose hypocrites; but examine yourselves to see whether you are one. Driving along the other day in the wind I observed a great branch fall just in front of me. I remarked that it was rotten, and wondered within myself how long that might have been upon the tree, and yet have been rotten after all. Then I thought, “Oh! if the wind of persecution were to sweep through the church, should I fall off like a rotten branch?” Would not many of my hearers fall away? They profess to have been united to Christ for a long time, and have spoken for him, perhaps preached for him, but if the time of trial, which shall try the earth, should come upon us again, how many of us would stand? Oh! my hearers do not be content to take your religion second hand; do not let it be a superficial work. Do not think that because you have seen me and have seen my elders, and we have admitted you into the church, you are therefore all right. We have been deceived many times; it is not hard work to deceive a kind heart. I have looked into the eyes of some, and have tried to read their very soul, and yet I have misjudged; I have seen tears in their eyes while they have made a profession of Christ, and yet they have been deceivers after all, and I have been very grossly taken in. In fact, the more kind hearted a man is the more human nature will endeavour to impose upon him. I am certain I have used the utmost diligence to weed out of my church those whom I have suspected of hypocrisy, and greater diligence shall yet be used. But, oh, do deal with yourselves, I beseech you. I will not send you to hell blind folded if I can help it; I do not wish to be in error myself, and God forbid that I should allow you to be deceived. Oh! if you are not true Christians, away with your profession altogether. If it is not sound work, down with it. Better to see the house tumble now, than let it stand until the rain descends and the floods come, and the winds beat upon it in the dread eternity of the future. Oh, no, I would rather send every heart home uncomfortable than let the hypocrite sit down at ease; I would rather wound the child of God than allow the hypocrite to escape.
17. But now for the cure of the hypocrite. What shall we do to cure ourselves of any hypocrisy that may exist among us? Let us remember that we cannot do anything in secret even if we try. The all seeing God, apprehended in the conscience, must be the death of hypocrisy. I cannot try to deceive when I know that God is looking at me. It is impossible for me to play double and false when I believe that I am in the presence of the Most High, and that he is reading my thoughts and the secret purposes of my heart. The only way in which the hypocrite can play the hypocrite at all is by forgetting the existence of God. Let us, therefore, remember it — wherever I am, upon my bed or in my secret room, God is there. There is not a secret word I speak in the ear of a friend except God hears it. Do I seek out the most private part of the city for the commission of sin — God is there. Do I choose the shadow of night to cover my iniquity? — He is there looking upon me. The thought of a present Deity, if it were fully realised, would preserve us from sin; always looking on me, ever regarding me. We think we are doing many things in secret, but there is nothing concealed from him with whom we have to do. And the day is coming, when all the sins that we have committed shall be read and published. Oh! what a blush shall crimson the cheek of the hypocrite when God shall read the secret diary of his iniquity! Oh my fellow professors, let us always look upon our actions in the light of the great reading of them in the day of judgment. Pause over everything you do, and say, “Can I bear to have this sounded with a trumpet in the ear of all men?” No, take a higher motive, and say, “Can I endure to do this and yet to repeat the words, ‘Oh God you see me.’ ” You may deceive men, and deceive yourselves, but you cannot deceive God, you shall not deceive God. You may die with the name of Christ upon your lips, and men may bury you in sure and certain hope of a glorious resurrection, but God shall not be deceived either by your profession or by men’s opinion. He shall put you in the scales, and if you are found lacking, he shall cry, “Away with him.” He shall ring you, and if you have not the ring of the pure coin of grace, he shall nail you down for ever as a counterfeit. He shall strip the mask off you. Virtue is most adorned, when unadorned the most. To detect you, you shall be stripped naked, and every cloak shall be torn to tatters. How will you endure this? Will you dig into the depths to hide yourselves? Will you plunge into the sea to find a way of escape? Will you cry for the rocks to hide you, and the mountains to fall upon you? In vain shall you cry. The all seeing God shall read your soul, shall discover your secret, shall reveal your hidden things, and tell the world that, though you ate and drank in his streets, though you preached his name, yet he never knew you, you were still a worker of iniquity, and must be driven away for ever.
18. Come let us just for one second reflect, that we shall soon lie upon our deathbed. A few more months, and you and I shall face the cruel tyrant, death. It will be hard work to play the hypocrite then; when the pulse is faint and few, when the eye strings break, when the tongue is cleaving to the roof of your mouth, it will be in vain to try hypocrisy then. Oh may God make you sincere; for if you die with an empty profession, you die indeed. Of all deaths, I think the most awful is that of the hypocrite, and after death, for him to lift up his eyes and find himself to be lost — and for ever! Oh make sure work of it. May God give you true grace and true faith, and may we all meet in heaven. This is our earnest prayer, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
{a} Thug: One of an association of professional robbers and murderers in India, who strangled their victims. OED.
Reform
No. 238-5:105. A Sermon Delivered On Sunday Morning, February 13, 1859, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Music Hall, Royal Surrey Gardens.
Now when all this was finished, all Israel that were present went out to the cities of Judah, and broke the images in pieces, and cut down the groves, and threw down the high places and the altars out of all Judah and Benjamin, in Ephraim also and Manasseh, until they had utterly destroyed them all. {2 Chronicles 31:1}
1. It is a pleasant sight to behold the thousands assembled together for the worship of God; but it is lamentable to reflect, how often the reverence which is exhibited in the sanctuary is lost when the threshold is crossed. How frequently the most earnest address of the preacher is forgotten, and becomes as “the morning cloud, and as the early dew.” We very often go up to the house of God, and imagine that we have done our duty when we have gone through the round of the service: self-satisfied, each of us returns to his home. Oh that we would remember that the preaching of the gospel is only the sowing! afterward the reaping must come. Today we do, as it were, lay the first stone of an edifice; and henceforward that edifice must be built, stone by stone, through your daily practice, until at last the top stone is brought forth with shoutings of joy and gladness. Well said the Scotch woman, when her husband asked her, on her return from the house of God sooner than usual, “Wife, is the sermon all done?” “No, Donald,” she said; “it is all said; but it is not begun to be done.” There was wisdom in her pithy saying, a wisdom which we too frequently forget. Praying is the purpose of preaching. Reformation, conversion, regeneration — these are the purposes of the ministry, and a holy life should be the result of your devout worship. We have read in your