Biblia

THE FACULTY BAFFLED, THE GREAT PHYSICIAN SUCCESSFUL.

NO. 827 DELIVERED ON LORD’S DAY MORNING, AUGUST 23RD, 1868, BY C. H. SPURGEON AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON. “And a certain woman, which had an issue of blood twelve years. and had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grow worse, when … Continue reading “THE FACULTY BAFFLED, THE GREAT PHYSICIAN SUCCESSFUL.”

DYING DAILY.

NO. 828 DELIVERED ON LORD’S DAY MORNING, AUGUST 30TH, 1868, BY C. H. SPURGEON, AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON. “I die daily.”-1 Corinthians 15:31 IN a certain sense we all do this. The very moment we begin to live we commence to die. We are like hour-glasses; there are fewer sands left to run from … Continue reading “DYING DAILY.”

GREY HAIRS.

NO. 830 DELIVERED ON LORD’S DAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 13TH, 1868, BY C. H. SPURGEON, AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON “Gray hairs are here and there upon him, yet he knoweth not.”-Hosea 7:9. THE prophet here testified that the kingdom of Israel had learnt the way of the surrounding heathen, and had polluted itself with their … Continue reading “GREY HAIRS.”

THE ALTAR

NO. 831 DELIVERED ON LORD’S DAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 20, 1868. BY C. H. SPURGEON, “The altar that sanctifieth the gift”-Matthew 23:19. Had man remained perfect, his communion with God would have been as unrestricted as that of an obedient child with an affectionate father. Adam might have worshiped his God acceptably anywhere, at any time, … Continue reading “THE ALTAR”

THE BEST CLOAK.

NO. 832 DELIVERED BY C. H. SPURGEON AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON. “And was clad with zeal as a cloke.” — Isaiah 59:17. THE solitary champion who is here spoken of, who looked and “saw that there was no man, and wondered that there was no intercessor;” and therefore his own arm brought salvation unto … Continue reading “THE BEST CLOAK.”

THE PANTING HART.

NO. 822 DELIVERED ON LORD’S-DAY MORNING, JULY 20TH, 1868, BY C. H. SPURGEON, AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON. “As the hart panteth after the waterbrooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.”-Psalm 42:1. There is something to be lamented in this state of mind, for if the psalmist had maintained unbroken communion with his … Continue reading “THE PANTING HART.”