How To Please God-Charles Spurgeon
And without faith it is impossible to please God,
because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists
and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.
Heb.11:6
A few sermon-excerpts;
'this faith must believe that there is a great reward in keeping his commandments,
that He does hear prayer,
that He does grant great blessings to those who truly seek Him.
We must believe this or else there is no real seeking of Him.
If we believe in God
'we must believe that he exists
and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him'.
for,
'where trust has died out love has always died out too'!
Modern Theology...takes man from what is Written to what is thought.
It does not allow the sovereign Authority of Revelation and in disallowing that
their very foundations are removed, and much of the abounding vice of this day is
the direct result of this abounding unbelief in God, this
philosophical mistrust in Infinite Wisdom
A man only believes that which affects his life,
- Charles Spurgeon from the Sermon How To Please God
What faith is this that we profess?
Is what we cannot see
That which turns would-be commonness
Into holy, holy
Faith without works is dead as dirt
A cold and clanging bell
Its specious substitutions flirt
With godless death and hell
What faith is this that we profane
When we with pious nod
Pronounce its syllables in vain
With hearts afar from God
What is this faith, mighty to save
That sires sacred fear
Is it the Confidence/Righteousness we have
Or religious veneer
Better to be without our eyes
Or ears or homes or food
Than to forsake Faith’s Enterprise
And thus, God who is good
Without faith we are naked, poor
Lost, hopeless and condemned
A ship without anchor secure
A Soul without a Friend
‘Without faith’ who would dare to wear
Such a most awful plaque
Or who would choose faithless despair
If we beheld its lack
In this land of revivals, bibles,
Sunday morning church
How is it that so much else rivals
He who loved us first?
What faith is this if once declared
No work will prove its life
What faith is this if it runs scared
Beneath the Sculptor’s knife
What faith were this that could attain
The crown without the cross
Or think ‘without works’ will retain
Faith’s gain without its loss
God is not mocked; no idol, He
To put upon some shelf
To gaze at whilst our loyalty
Is faithful first, to Self
Faith is Belief in One True God
Its Must, a gift of grace
A trust that very few applaud
And fewer yet embrace
Faith is greater than futile law
Or works that cannot save
Faith first believes, with humble awe
God’s glorious gift of grace
How can we approach Mercy’s throne
Or know His love is just
Without the essence of faith’s terms
Belief and utter trust
Ah, living, loving lasting faith
In Jesus Christ, our Lord
What profit hath each gifted breath
If we miss faith’s reward
Faith drives afar doubt’s shadowland
And when things are the worst
It reaches out and takes the Hand
Of He who loved us first
Oh, Spirit of the living God
Send home the Truth of Thee
By the power which saints applaud
Through faith that sets us free
...free from fear's shackles, can it be
Anxiety and dread
Are swallowed up in victory
As we choose Faith instead
© Janet Martin
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