NO. 2567<\/b><\/p>\n
INTENDED FOR READING ON LORD\u2019S-DAY, APRIL 24TH, 1898,<\/b><\/p>\n
DELIVERED BY C. H. SPURGEON,<\/i><\/p>\n
AT NEW PARK STREET CHAPEL, SOUTHWARK,<\/b><\/p>\n
ON LORD\u2019S-DAY EVENING, JANUARY 6TH, 1856.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have trodden the wine-press alone; and of the people there was none with me.\u201d \u2014 Isaiah 63:3.<\/i><\/p>\n
IT is said of some stupendous works of architecture that, although you see them every day, you are struck with wonder and admiration every time you behold them; and that, although you should live close to them, and have your eyes perpetually fixed upon them, yet your admiration of them would by no means decrease, for they are so matchless in symmetry, such patterns of art, and such marvellous displays of the skill of man. I know not whether that be true; I believe that the best and grandest achievements of mortals lose their glory when they are too closely examined, and that the frequency of our sight of them very much lessens our wondering admiration. But this I know is true concerning Christ Jesus our Lord, \u2014 you may see him every day, but the oftener you see him, the more you will wonder at him, and call him \u201cWonderful.\u201d You may even have communion with him every hour, but the frequency of your converse, and the constancy of your intercourse will be so far from diminishing your awe, your love, your respect, your devout adoration of him, that the more you know him, the more your wonder and admiration of him will increase.<\/p>\n
Now, who could be expected to know so much about Christ as Christ\u2019s own Church? Yet, in the opening of this chapter, you find that even she bursts out with such exclamations as this: \u201cWho is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? this that is glorious in his apparel, travelling in the greatness of his strength?\u201d She had often seen him before; she had often viewed him under that aspect; doubtless she had seen him as the Conqueror of mighty heroes, Master over princes, and the Lord of the kings of the earth; but at a fresh view of him, she was so utterly astonished that she could not help crying out, \u201cWho is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah?\u201d<\/p>\n
Live near to Jesus, brethren; live with Jesus; live in Jesus; and you will find him a theme of such excellent and such endless contemplation that, instead of being tired and weary with the subject of your meditation, you will find it more easy to begin again than it was to begin at first; more interesting and more pleasing to consider him in the fiftieth year of your knowledge of him than it was in the first hour that you knew him. Think much of him, and you will have little cause to think lightly of him; constantly meditate on him, and you will the more admire and wonder at his goodness.<\/p>\n
We have our Savior here answering the questions of his Church, which she, in wonder, had asked of him: \u201cWho is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? This that is glorious in his apparel, travelling in the greatness of his strength?\u201d \u201cI that speak in righteousness,\u201d he says, \u201cmighty to save.\u201d And when again she asks him, \u201cWherefore art thou red in thine apparel, and thy garments like him that treadeth in the wine-fat?\u201d he replies, \u201cI have trodden the wine-press alone; and of the people there was none with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Very briefly, as the Spirit shall help us, we shall notice, first, the interesting figure employed; <\/i>secondly, the glorious fact staled; <\/i>thirdly, the solitary Conqueror described; <\/i>and then, fourthly, we shall offer wine sweet and salutary considerations suggested, <\/i>that we may be refreshed by our meditations. Let our souls be calm and quiet whilst we contemplate the awfully-solemn and sublimely-grand spectacle of the Conqueror of men and the Conqueror of hell treading the wine-press alone.<\/p>\n
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I. <\/b>First, then, here is An Interesting Figure Employed: \u201cI have trodden the wine-press.\u201d<\/p>\n
You must understand the circumstances to which these words relate. This is Jesus speaking after <\/i>his conquest over his foes; \u2014 not Jesus before the battle, but Jesus after it; \u2014 not Jesus buckling on the harness, not Jesus becoming the babe of Bethlehem, but Jesus after the battle is fought, and the victory is won. There were certain enemies who opposed the salvation of God\u2019s people, there were numberless foes who stood in the way of the deliverance of his chosen, but Christ undertook to conquer them; and now, on his return, he not only declares that he has overcome them, but he uses an expressive figure to set out some of the facts in that wondrous feat of conquest: \u201cI have trodden the wine-press.\u201d<\/p>\n
First, this denotes the supreme contempt with which the mighty Conqueror regarded the enemies whom he had overcome. <\/i>It is as if he had said, \u201cI have overcome the many foes of my people; and I compare my victory over them to nothing but the treading of the wine-press. Angels sing my praise, the hosts of the redeemed in heaven swell the sublime chorus as, in exultant strains, they declare how I have broken the dragon\u2019s head, and have put down the strength of the oppressor; they tell how mighty kings have been slain in my wrath, and giants in my hot displeasure; but as for myself, I say little about it, I only declare that I have trodden the wine-press, and have counted my enemies as easy to conquer as if they had been grapes beneath my feet. My people\u2019s crimes may have been tremendous, and their enemies mighty; but coming up, \u2019with dyed garments from Bozrah,\u2019 I have crushed their foes and my foes just as easily as a treader of grapes treads them under foot: I have trodden them as in a winepress.\u201d O ungodly sinner, perhaps thou thinkest that it will take God great trouble to destroy thee with an utter destruction; but it will not! It may be thou thinkest that God will have need to exert much power to send thy guilty spirit to the loathsome dungeons of hell; but, ah! it will require no might from him. If thou shouldst continue to be his foe, he will tread thee beneath his feet as easily as thou couldst tread grapes beneath thine. What are the berries of the vine beneath the feet of the wine-presser? And what shall thy soul and body be, when the feet of Jesus tread upon them? In vain thy ribs of steel; in vain thy sinews of brass; in vain thy bones of adamant, \u2014 if such thou hadst. If thy spirit were clothed with scales like leviathan\u2019s; yet under the feet of Jesus thou wouldst be like ripe grapes, the blood whereof floweth out freely. Ay! terrible shall be the meaning of that figure when Christ shall say of sinners, at the last day, \u201cI have trodden them down as he that treadeth grapes presseth out the juice thereof, \u2019 I have trodden the wine-press.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
But, mark you, there is in the figure an intimation of toil and labor; <\/i>for the fruit of the vine is not bruised without hard work. So the mighty Conqueror, though, in contempt, he says his foes were as nothing but the grapes of the vintage to his might; yet, speaking as a man like unto us, he had something to do to overcome his foes when he fought with them in the garden. Sometimes, the wine-presser is wearied with his labor; although he takes hold of the strap which is placed above him, and jerking, and dancing, and laughing, and singing all day, he presses out the juice of the grapes, yet oftentimes he wipes the sweat from his brow, and is tired with his toil. So our blessed Lord, albeit he could have crushed the enemies of his Church, like moths beneath his finger, had enough to do to overcome them in the garden. It was no little pressing of the foot which was needed, when he bruised the old dragon\u2019s head in Gethsemane. Then he-<\/p>\n
\u201cBore all incarnate God could bear,
With strength enough, but none to spare.\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
My soul, meditate thou on this glorious Wine-presser! Those sins which would have crushed thee to pieces, he had to tread beneath his feet. How it must have bruised his heel to tread upon those sins! O how powerfully he must have trodden on those crimes of thine, breaking dram into less than nothing! How did it force from him, not sweat like ours, but drops of blood, when he could say, \u201cI have trodden the wine-press.\u201d Yet, toil as it was, labor as it might be, costing him tears and groans, he could say, \u201cI have done it; the great work is fully accomplished; \u2019it is finished;\u2019 \u2019I have trodden the wine-press alone.\u2019\u201c<\/p>\n
Moreover, in the figure employed, there is an allusion to the staining of the garments. <\/i>We see it is so in the verse before the text, \u201cWherefore art thou red in thine apparel, and thy garments like him that treadeth in the wine-fat?\u201d The garments of the wine-presser would naturally be sprinkled over with the juice, spirting up from beneath his feet. Ah, my soul, stand here, and solemnly contemplate thy Savior, sprinkled with his own blood! Look at him, when but eight days old, already shedding blood for thee! And go thou on to the time when he commenced the shedding of his blood again in Gethsemane\u2019s garden! Mark thou how, in one gory robe, he is enveloped; not like the kings of the earth, in garments of Tyrian-dyed purple, but like the King of misery, dressed in a crimson robe of blood. Go thou, and mark the blood as it flows from his temple, when the thorn-crown lacerates his brow! Weep, when the accursed flagellation of the cruel Roman is tearing off thongful after thongful of his quivering flesh! Pursue him in his weary via dolorosa, <\/i>as he treads the streets of Jerusalem! Stop thou, and see how each stone on which he treads is stained with his precious blood! Then mark how his hands begin to gush down streams of blood, as the rough iron tears them asunder! See him now crucified, hung upon the cross, plunged into the lowest depths of misery!<\/p>\n
\u201cSee from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e\u2019er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cHis dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o\u2019er his body on the tree.\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
O Jesus, from the crown of thy head to the sole of thy fool, thou wast sprinkled with blood! Thine inward man was stained with blood, and thine outward man, too; thou wert all over blood, thou glorious Presser of our sins beneath thy foot! We will not ask again, \u201c\u2019Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? this that is glorious in his apparel, travelling in the greatness of his strength?\u201d We know why thy garments are red; thou hast trodden the wine-press of the wrath of God.<\/p>\n
Thus have we explained briefly, as best we could, the interesting figure employed by our Lord.<\/p>\n
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II. <\/b>And now we come to consider The Glorious Fact Stated: \u201cI have trodden the wine-press.\u201d<\/p>\n
Christian, I want thee a moment! Come thou with me, my brother, \u2014 not to heaven, nor yet to hell, but to the great wine-press which the Savior trod. You understand the form of the Eastern wine-presses, how they were built up, in order that a great quantity of grapes might be put into them, to be trodden by the foot of the wine-presser. Come thou here, then, and look over the edge of this great wine-press, in which thy Savior stood and trampled on thy behalf; gaze, down into its depths.<\/p>\n
The first thing that thou wilt see in that wine-press is, thy sins. <\/i>Look down attentively. In the middle of the wine-press there are the crimes of thy youth, like unripe grapes lying there in thick clusters. There lie the sins of thy manhood, dark with the black juice of Gomorrah. Dost thou see them, like to the grapes from the vine of Sodom? And seest thou not the full clusters, like the vine of Sibmah. Look thou there, and see the fruits of thy middle age; and there the sins of thy old age, too! They are all put into the mighty wine-press. Come, then, thou chief of sinners, there lie thy sins, and there lie mine, all mingled in one mighty heap! But stay; the Wine-presser enters, and puts his foot on them. Oh! contemplate how he presses them; dost thou see him in Gethsemane, treading thy sins to pieces? Come, and look again. There lie the skins \u2014 the broken skins \u2014 of all thy guilt; but there is no guilt there, and there are no crimes there now. They are gone, gone, gone! He says, \u201cI have <\/i>trodden the wine-press.\u201d Look thou back upon those sins, and weep; for they are thy sins still; but, at the same time, weep not with bitter and despairing anguish, as if thou wouldst be punished for them, for all the black juice, the venom of thy guilt, is pressed out, and has run away. Christ has caught it in his cup of gall, and drained it to its very dregs. I bid thee look down there; for if thou hast eyes of faith, thou wilt see all thy sins destroyed. Do try and look; let not the devil put his hands before thy eyes; but look thou, and if some dark crime, unconfessed to man, still rankles in thy bosom, look, it is there! And if some cruel injury to thy neighbor, or some dire crime to thy Maker, still haunts thee, look thou, there it is, \u2014 it is trampled on just as much as the other. Little sins and great sins, too, all are trampled to pieces, nor couldst thou find one of them even by diligent seeking.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I search to find my sins,
My sins could ne\u2019er be found.\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
They are there, believer, trodden into less than nothing! They are gone, they are all gone! \u201cWho shall lay any thing to the charge of God\u2019s elect? It is God that justifieth. Who is he that condemneth? It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, who also maketh intercession for us.\u201d Look thou there, Accuser, into the wine-press Look there, Conscience, into the wine-fat! Look there, Satan! Seest thou the bruised pieces of my former sins? They are all gone; my sins have ceased to be.<\/p>\n
\u201cCovered is my unrighteousness;
From condemnation I am free.\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
But come, believer, and thou wilt see, next, something in Christ\u2019s wine-press which, perhaps, thou didst not expect to see. There is Satan lying, with bruised head. How often does he come to afflict you now! How terribly does he sometimes roar in your ears, and tell you that hell must be your portion! How does he seek to keep you from your Savior\u2019s blood! How frequently has he striven to deprive you of peace, although God loves you! I beseech you, tell Satan this night to come with you to the wine-fat of Gethsemane; and when he looks in there, he will see himself. Ay, take thou Satan, and put him into the wine-fat, and Christ will bruise his head again for thee. But there he is, Christian! Do not fear that he can hurt thee; he may torment, but he cannot destroy thee, for he is chained. He may roar, but he cannot bite; he may frighten, but he cannot injure you; he may startle, but he cannot devour you. He goeth about, seeking whom he may devour; but he may not devour you. He may go about and seek, as long as he likes; but he will never find you, for the Lord has said concerning you, that you never shall be destroyed. Whenever you have a sharp conflict with Satan, tell him about the wine-fat, and rejoice over him; and as Luther said, \u201cLaugh at the devil.\u201d Laugh at him, and tell him to remember Gethsemane\u2019s wine-fat; ask him what he thinks of that, and how he likes the bruising he received there. It was a desperate blow which he gave our Lord in Gethsemane; but it was a heavier blow that our Lord gave him when he took away his power, extracted his sting, and left him \u2014 still an enemy, but a conquered one, for Christ trampled him in the wine-fat.<\/p>\n
Look again, Christian! Dost thou see there \u2014 just between thy sins and the devil, that lie bruised there, \u2014 an ugly monster? He is a bony, skeleton-looking thing; dost thou recognize him? It is thy last enemy: \u201cThe last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.\u201d <\/i>Look at him. Do you note that his skull is broken, and his bones are broken, too? Do you mark how death is now a dismantled monarch? There he lies; and yet thou art afraid of him, though he lies there broken, bruised, battered, injured, ruined, destroyed! There they are, \u2014 death, the devil, and thy sins together; an infernal trio, for ever trampled beneath the mighty Conqueror\u2019s Sect! He said, \u201cO death, I will be thy plagues; O grave, I will be thy destruction;\u201d and so he was; and, henceforth, to the wine fat we will go, whenever our adversaries disturb and afflict us.<\/p>\n
What else hast thou to oppose thee, Christian? I do not know what it is; but it is all here. Whatever thine enemy, go thou, look into the wine-fat, and see it dead there. Giant Despair took the pilgrims to a place where he showed them the bones of certain pilgrims that he had devoured, and told them it would assuredly be so with them. Do thou, with all thy doubts and fears, just as Despair did with the pilgrims; say to them, \u201cDoubts and fears, do you see the bones of my old doubts and fears that have been trampled there? In a day or two, you shall be with them.\u201d Take to-day\u2019s sins, and tell them that they shall be just where yesterday\u2019s were, \u2014 drowned in the blood of Jesus, and slain by his blessed sacrifice. And when Conscience convicts thee of thy crimes, take him to this wine-press. It will lay any ghost of guilt if thou takest it there, for it is written, \u201cI have trodden <\/i>the wine-press alone.\u201d It is done; it is finished; sins, doubts, fears, hell, death, destruction, and self, too, \u2014 all are trodden beneath the conquering foot of Jesus, the Wine-presser, who hath \u201ctrodden the winepress alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
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III. <\/b>Now, Christian, come thou to consider The Solitary Conqueror Described: \u201cI have trodden the wine-press alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
The great lesson God will teach the world is, \u201cI am God, and beside me there is none else;\u201d and especially in redemption, he will have it that the glory shall be all his. Hence, Christ never allowed any to share with him the toil of redemption, nor will he suffer any to share the honors of it. And, moreover, there was no one who could help him; none could take any part in the work of redemption, since there was none able to bear so much as an atom of that mountain of his people\u2019s guilt which pressed upon his heart, and none able to drink so much as a tithe of a drop of that cup which he had to drink to the very dregs. He did it all alone, as the fifth verse of this chapter declares: \u201cI looked, and there was none to help; and I wondered that there was none to uphold: therefore mine own arm brought salvation unto me; and my fury, it upheld me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Come, now, believer, and let us look at the lonely Jesus. How lonely he was in this world, during the few short years of his ministry! I think there never was such a lonely man, living amongst so many, as the Lord Jesus Christ was. He stood in the crowd, and the congregation listened to his preaching; and though many heard with joy, there was no one who could give such sympathy as he needed. Pie went to a solitary place, and talked with his disciples; but they could not sympathize with him. John did so a little, for he laid his head on Christ\u2019s bosom; but it was poor sympathy that even John could give. Jesus must have been to a very great extent always a most lonely man. Who so pure, that they could match his unsullied purity? Who so perfect, that they could abide with immaculate perfection? Who so wise as to talk with the Wonderful counsellor? Who so far-seeing as to be able to commune with the Prophet of all the ages? Who so benevolent as to speak with the gracious Jesus; and who so sorrowful as to be a fit companion for the \u201cMan of sorrows and acquainted with grief\u201d?<\/p>\n
His loneliness increased as his heaviest sorrows came upon him. When he was in the garden of Gethsemane, he trod the wine-press all alone. I think I see our Saylout, like the true man that he was, clinging a little to his fellows: he says, \u201cPeter, James, and John; the other eight may go away; \u2014 Judas has already gone; \u2014 they may rest there, at that end of the garden; you come with me, for I am about to be exceedingly sorrowful.\u201d He takes them with him. Ah! but he feels that it would not do to have them with him while he struggles, for they would die if they were to see his face then. His was so terrible a countenance when his body was racked with pain, and his soul was bearing the load of our guilt, that they must inevitably have been stricken with death if they had looked upon that face of sorrow. What heavy drops of bloody sweat flowed from him in his agony! Still he clung to the three disciples, as if he wanted some companionship; but, oh! how sorrowful it was to him, when he came back, to find them all sleeping! Do you not think you see Jesus looking on his three slumbering disciples? There they lie! He goes to them three times, as if he sought some help from man, as if he had hoped that they would condole with him, for that was all they could do in his grief. Thrice he goes to them, and the third time he says, \u201cRise, let us be going: behold, he is at hand that doth betray me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Surely, now they will rally round him. They do for a moment, for Peter, with his sword, smites off the ear of Malchus; but, soon, \u201call his disciples forsook him and fled.\u201d He is taken prisoner by the men with swords and staves. O earth, has he no friend? O heavens, have ye no friend for Jesus? Where is Peter? He said, \u201cThough all men shall be offended because of thee, yet will I never be offended.\u201d Where is John? He has fled; there is no one to be with Jesus; no one to help him; they take him before the council, but there is no one to declare his innocence; he stands up in the hall, but there is no one with him. Yes, there is one; but hark at him! He says, \u201cI tell you, I know not the man.\u201d Soon, Peter is cursing and swearing almost before his Master\u2019s face! And now he goes up to Calvary, and still there is no one with him, until, when he is hanging on the cross, those blessed women come to lift their sorrowful eyes up to their beloved Lord, and melt their hearts away in tears. And when the darkness gathered round, so that he could see no one, he was alone, alone, alone, in thick, impenetrable gloom. Hear him cry, \u201cEl<\/i>oi, <\/i>Eloi, lama sabachthani?\u201d which is, being interpreted, \u201cMy God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?\u201d Then he could cry, \u201cI am treading the wine-press alone, and of the people there is none with me.\u201d When he was buried, nobody slept in the grave with him; no other started from the same sepulcher on the resurrection morning. A-h, Christian! never associate anyone with Jesus in the work of redemption; but bethink thee well that this stands forth as a great cardinal truth, that Jesus has trodden the wine-press alone, and, therefore, he is All In All.<\/p>\n
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IV. <\/b>Now this brings us, having briefly passed over the other points, to some Sweet And Salutary Considerations Suggested by this most blessed and sacred subject.<\/p>\n
The first inference is, there is no wine-press of divine wrath for thee, O believer, to tread! <\/i>If Jesus trod the wine-press, and trod it alone, thou shalt never have to tread it. What mistakes Christians often make in this matter! You will hear one say, that such-and-such a good man was punished for his transgressions; and I have known believers think that their afflictions were punishments sent from God on account of their sins. The thing is impossible; God has punished us, who are his people, once for all in Christ, and he never will punish us again. He cannot do it, seeing he is a just God. Afflictions are chastisements from a Father\u2019s hand, but they are not judicial punishments. Jesus has tredden the wine-press, and he has trodden it alone: so we cannot tread it. How often have you thought that God would make you feel the weight of some of your sins, that he would cause you to suffer for some of your guilt! Ah, no! Jesus says, \u201cI have trodden the winepress;\u201d and if you had to tread it, if you had to suffer the smallest pang of punishment for your iniquities, Christ could no more say, \u201cI <\/i>have trodden the wine-press alone.\u201d He has done it completely, and there is no punishment reserved for you. For you there are no flames of. hell, for you no punishment, for you no rack; you are freely acquitted, you are fully discharged, nor can you ever be again condemned. Christ, once for all, hath trodden your sins beneath his feet; therefore, you never, never can be punished for them.<\/p>\n
What say you to this, you seekers after truth? It may be, you have heard the doctrine taught that Christ was punished for the sins of everybody, and yet that many people are punished for their own sins. You will never find peace or comfort in that doctrine; it is so untrue, so unjust to God, so unsafe for man. We are taught, from the Holy Scriptures, that God has made his Son to be the Substitute for all his people, and \u201chath laid on him the iniquity of us all;\u201d and not one of \u201cus\u201d \u2014 the people for whom Christ was punished \u2014 can ever be ourselves punished. If Jesus did endure our punishment, we stand on this broad ground of unalterable justice, that God cannot, consistently with his nature (and he can do nothing inconsistent with it,) ever punish us any more. O rejoice, Christian brethren, that ours is a solid foundation! The elect \u2014 all who are united to Christ by a living faith \u2014 have been punished in Christ, and now they stand in him, \u201cfair as the moon, clear as the sun, and terrible as an army with banners;\u201d none can lay anything to their charge. \u201cThere is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.\u201d Glorious God! unto thee be praise, unto us be shame, that we do not better love and more fully value this inestimable doctrine of substitution, and its necessary consequences of complete justification!<\/p>\n
\u201cRemember, Lord, that Jesus bled,
That Jesus bow\u2019d his dying head,
And sweated bloody sweat:
He bore thy wrath and curse for me
In his own body on the tree,
And more than paid my debt.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cSurely he hath my pardon bought,
A perfect righteousness wrought out.
His people to redeem:
O that his righteousness might be
By grace imputed now to me,
As were my sins to him!\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
Another thought for thee, O child of God, is this! There are wine-presses of suffering, although not of punishment, which thou wilt have to tread. <\/i>But I want; thee to remember that thou wilt not have to tread these wine-presses alone. <\/i>Tell a little child to go down a lonely lane on a dark night, and the child says, \u201cMother, I don\u2019t want to go there.\u201d \u201cI will go with you,\u201d says the mother. \u201cThen I will go,\u201d says the child; \u201cI will go anywhere with you.\u201d Ah, Christian! there are many dark lanes for thee to go down; but thou wilt not have to go there alone! There are many wine-presses, \u2014 not of God\u2019s wrath, but of his chastening hand, \u2014 for thee to tread; but thou wilt not have to tread them alone. Oh, is not this a truth that ought to ravish our hearts? We shall never tread the wine-press alone. Minister, you go to your pulpit, but if God has sent you, you will never go alone; your Master\u2019s feet are behind you, and your Master himself stands by you. Deacons, you have sometimes to steer the Church in troublous waters; you need great wisdom, but there is an Arch-deacon with you; you shall not go to your labors alone. Sunday-school teacher, you go to your class with earnestness, and you think you teach alone. Ah, no! there is another Teacher sitting by you, who can teach better than you can; for he teaches hearts, while you teach only heads; he teaches souls, while you only teach bodies; he will teach for you. O daughter of affliction, thou who liest on thy bed of languishing, thou liest not there alone! It is not an angel there that shades thy head with its pure wing; but it is Jesus who stands and puts his pierced hand on thy burning brow. Thou dying saint, thou learest to die; but thou shalt not die alone.<\/p>\n
Jesus turns Bed-maker to each one of his people; David says, \u201cThou <\/i>wilt make all his bed in his sickness.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head,
And breathe my life out sweetly there,\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
What is your trial, Christian? \u201cOh, a dark one!\u201d sayest thou. It may be so, but his rod and his staff shall comfort thee; his right hand shall guide thee. What is thy grief, Christian? \u201cAh, a deep one!\u201d sayest thou. But \u201cwhen thou passest through the waters,\u201d Jesus whispers, \u201cI will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.\u201d In the old Pilgrim\u2019s -Progress <\/i>I used to read in my grandfather\u2019s house, I remember the picture of Hopeful in the river holding Christian up; and the engraver has done it very well. Hopeful has his arm round Christian, and lifts up his hands, and says, Fear not, brother, I feel the bottom.\u201d That is just what Jesus does in our trials; he puts his arm round us, points up, and says, \u201cFear not! the water may be deep, but the bottom is good.\u201d And though the cold streams of trouble rush down the river, do not fear; Christ is with thee passing through the river, thou wilt not have to pass through it alone. He trod the winepress for us; but we shall never have to tread it, it would be an ill day for us, beloved, if we had to tread it. Some of God\u2019s people have tried to do a little for themselves, and tried to do it alone, but they have made a sorry mess of it. If we seek to do aught in out own strength, it is all over with us: but he who lives with Jesus, and begs him to be with him, shall find him with him in wine-presses, in Gethsemanes, and in Gabbathes; and if it were necessary that we should be crucified on Calvary, we should find Christ on Calvary crucified with us there. Thou wilt not, Christian, have to pass through the river without thy Master. We remember an old tale of our boyhood, how poor Robinson Crusoe, wrecked on a foreign strand rejoiced when he saw the print of a man\u2019s foot. So is it with the Christian in his trouble; he shall not despair in a desolate land, because there is the foot-print of Christ Jesus on all our temptations and troubles. Go on rejoicing, Christian; thou art in an inhabited country; thy Jesus is with thee in all thy afflictions and in all thy woes. Thou shalt never have to tread the wine-press alone.<\/p>\n
But, lastly, ye servants of the living God, since Jesus trod the winepress alone, I beseech you bear with me while, for my Master\u2019s sake, I bid you give all things to him. <\/i>Alone he suffered; will you not love him alone? Alone he trod the wine-press; will you not serve him? Alone he purchased your redemption; will you not be his property, and. his alone? Oh, hast thou given half of thyself to the world, and only half to thy Master? Did the world ever bless thee? Did the world redeem thee? Was the world crucified for thee?. Did the world tread the wine-press for thee? No; then give not the world a portion of thy heart. Thou hast some dear relative whom thou lovest with all thy soul; but take thou heed, O Christian, that still thy heart<\/p>\n
is set most on thy Lord! Did that friend tread the wine-press for thee? Did that friend drink the gall for thee? Did that friend suffer for thee on the cross? Nay; then let Jesus stand first and foremost; let him sit King upon the throne, and no one else save he. And when thou daily goest forth to labor, take thou good heed that thou labourest not for self, or pleasure, or any worldly object, but that thou labourest for Jesus. If the world says, \u201cCome with me, and I will show thee all manner of delights,\u201d reply, \u201cO world! I cannot come; I never saw thy foot in the wine-press.\u201d Doth lust invite thee? Cry. \u201cO lust! I cannot love thee, for thou didst never sweat a drop of blood for me.\u201d Yea, if all the world\u2019s inhabitants should open wide their loving arms, to beseech you to come in and forsake your Lord, answer, \u201cNo, no; you did not tread the wine-press, and that is all I care for. Jesus trod the wine-press alone, and I will give myself wholly to him.\u201d Half-hearted Christians, ye who divide yourselves in twain, giving one half to Christ and the other to lust, ye are not the Lord\u2019s; \u201cye cannot serve God and mammon.\u201d There can be only one Master and one Lord, because there was but one Redeemer, one Friend, one Governor, One whom we live on, for whom we would even dare to die; because there is only One who dared to die for us. Never, I beseech you, Christians, and I beseech myself also, \u2014 for I plead with myself when I plead with you, \u2014 never forget this, Jesus trod the wine-press alone; and always take care that you have him alone as King in your heart.<\/p>\n
If you ask me to-night to paint redemption, I shall have to put only one figure in the picture. We may paint groups when we depict creation, for the morning stars sang together; we may paint groups when we picture the resurrection, for an angel rolled away the stone; but if we paint redemption, there can be but one figure, and that figure is \u201cthe <\/i>Man Christ Jesus.\u201d So, if thou wouldst have a painting in thy heart, I bid thee paint no groups upon the canvas of thy soul; but ask God\u2019s Holy Spirit to paint on it one name, one lovely Being, one adorable Personage, \u2014 Christ, who trod the wine-press alone. Queen Mary said that, when she died, they would find the word \u201cCalais\u201d written on her heart. Ah, Christian! live thou so that, when thou diest, all will know that the name \u201cJesus\u201d is printed on thy heart, for it is certain that thy name is deeply cut on his very heart, and on his hands, and on his brow; it is written in precious blood. Do thou give him, not only the best place in thy heart, but all thy heart; often do thou sing, \u2014 <\/p>\n
\u201cProne to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love, \u2014
Here\u2019s my heart, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it from thy courts above!\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
Brethren and sisters, who will now come into close fellowship with your Lord at his table, may this one idea engross your mind, that it is, \u2014 <\/p>\n
\u201cNone but Jesus, none but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n
And ye despisers of the cross, oh, let me tell you that ye are as grapes in the wine-press! If ye die ungodly, unsaved, unrighteous, unforgiven, ye must be cast into the great wine-vat of the wrath of God, hurled into hell with myriads of your fellows, like grapes fully ripe, cut off by the sickle of the angel; and horrible shall be the day when Christ shall tread on you in his fury, and trample upon you in his hot displeasure. God save you from being put in the wine-vat yourselves; may you be able to cast your sins in there instead, that Christ may trample on them!<\/p>\n
I cannot close my sermon without recurring to the happy circumstance that, on this day, six years ago, I found deliverance myself from the bondage of Egypt, and rejoiced in the liberty wherewith Christ made me free. What if my Master would, by my lips, bring another soul to himself! What sayeat thou, poor trembler? Didst thou hear the text of this morning? \u201cLook <\/i>unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else.\u201d* Didst thou hear that? Then hear it yet again. And hast thou looked? If not, oh, look now! Hast thou looked to him? If thou hast not seen him, still look, and thou shalt see him by-and-by. But look now! It is all he asks thee to do, and even that he does bestow upon thee. Look now, poor sinner: look now, for Christ\u2019s sake, for thy soul\u2019s sake, for heaven\u2019s sake, if thou wouldst escape the damnation of hell! Look, and that look shall save you! Catch but one glimpse of that dear head crowned with thorns; get but one glance from his sweet eyes. full of pity; catch but one glimpse of that smiling countenance, or, if thou canst not look so high, see but the sole of his pierced foot, and thou art saved; for still is it written, \u201cThey looked unto him, and were lightened.\u201d \u201cLook unto me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
NO. 2567 INTENDED FOR READING ON LORD\u2019S-DAY, APRIL 24TH, 1898, DELIVERED BY C. H. SPURGEON, AT NEW PARK STREET CHAPEL, SOUTHWARK, ON LORD\u2019S-DAY EVENING, JANUARY 6TH, 1856. \u201cI have trodden the wine-press alone; and of the people there was none with me.\u201d \u2014 Isaiah 63:3. IT is said of some stupendous works of architecture that, … Continue reading “THE SINGLE-HANDED CONQUEST.”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3896","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sermons"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3896","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3896"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3896\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3896"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3896"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3896"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}