Here's His Remarkable Story as shared by the Pilgrim Tract Society:

I had been about five years in the most fearful distress of mind, as a lad. If any human being felt more of the terror of God’s law, I can indeed pity and sympathize with him. Bunyan’s "Grace abounding" contains, in the main, my history. Some abysses he went into I never trod; but some into which I plunged he seems to have not known.

I thought the sun was blotted out of my sky -- that I sinned so against God that there was no hope for me. I prayed-- the Lord knoweth how I prayed; but I never had a glimpse of an answer that I know of. I searched the Word of God; the promises were more alarming than the threatenings. I read privileges of the people of God, but with the fullest persuasion that they were not for me. The secret of my distress was this; I did not know the Gospel. I was in a Christian land; I had Christian parents, but I did not fully understand the freeness and simplicity of the Gospel.

I attended all the places of worship in the town where I lived, but I honestly believe that I did not hear the Gospel fully preached. I do not blame the men, however. One man preached the divine sovereignty. I could hear him with pleasure; but what was that to a poor sinner who wished to know what he should do to be saved? There was another admirable man who always preached about the law; but what was the use of plowing up ground that needed to be sown? Another was a great, practical preacher. I heard him, but it was very much like a commanding officer teaching the maneuvers of war to a set of men without feet. What could I do? All his exhortations were lost on me. I knew it was said, "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved," but I did not know what it was to believe in Christ.

I sometimes think I might have been in darkness and despair now, had it not been for the goodness of God in sending a snowstorm on Sunday morning, when I was going to a place of worship. When I could go no farther, I turned down a court and came to a little Primitive Methodist Chapel. In that chapel there might have been a dozen or fifteen people. The minister did not come that morning; snowed up I suppose. A poor man, a shoemaker, a tailor, or something of that sort, went up into the pulpit to preach.

Now, it is well that ministers should be instructed, but this man was really stupid, as you would say. He was obliged to stick to his text, for the simple reason he had nothing else to say. The text was "Look unto Me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth." He did not even pronounce the words rightly, but that did not matter.

There was, I thought, a gleam of hope for me in the text. He began thus: "My dear friends, this is a very simple text indeed. It says, "Look" Now that does not take a great deal of effort. It ain’t lifting your foot or your finger, it is just ‘look’. Well, a man may not be worth a thousand a year to look, may be the biggest fool, and yet you can look. A man need not go to college to learn to look. You--anyone can look; a child can look. But this is what the text says. Then it says, ‘Look unto Me.’ "Ay," said he, in broad Essex, "many of ye are looking to yourselves. No use looking there. You’ll never find comfort in yourselves. Some look to God, the Father. No, look to Him by and by. Jesus Christ says, ‘Look unto Me.’ Some of you say, ‘I must wait the Spirit’s working.’ You have no business with that just now. Look to Christ. It runs: ‘Look unto Me’."

Then the good man followed up his text in this way: "Look unto Me; I am hanging on the cross; Look! I am dead and buried. Look unto Me; I rise again. Look unto Me; I ascend; I am sitting at the Father’s right hand. O! Look to Me! Look to Me!"
When he had gotten about that length, and managed to spin out ten times or so, he was at the end of his tether. Then he looked at me under the gallery, and I dare say, with so few present, he knew me to be a stranger. He then said, "Young man, you look very miserable." Well, I did, but I had not been accustomed to have remarks made about my personal appearance from the pulpit before. However, it was a good blow struck. He continued: "And you will always be miserable-- miserable in life, and miserable in death-- if you do not obey my text. But, if you obey now, this moment you will be saved."
Then he shouted as only a Primitive can, "Young man, look to Jesus Christ!" I did "look."

There and then the cloud was gone, the darkness had rolled away, and that moment I saw the sun. I could have risen that moment and sung with the most enthusiastic of them, of the precious blood of Christ, and the simple faith which looks alone to Him. Oh that somebody had told me that before.

TRUST IN CHRIST AND YOU SHALL BE SAVED.

E’er since by faith I saw the stream,
Thy wounds supplied for me,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall forever be.



SPRUGEON’S LAST SERMON

The closing words of Mr. Spurgeon’s last sermon, on June 7, 1891, were characteristic of the man, as follows:
What I have to say lastly is this: How greatly I desire that you who are not yet enlisted in my Lord’s band, would come to Him because you see what a kind and gracious Lord He is. Young men, if you could see our Captain, you would fall down on your knees and beg Him to let you enter the ranks of those who follow Him. It is heaven to serve Jesus. I am a recruiting sergeant, and I would fain find a few recruits at this moment. Every man must serve somebody; we have no choice as to that fact. Those who have no master are slaves to themselves. Depend upon it, you will either serve Satan or Christ, either self or the Saviour. You will find sin, self, Satan and the world, to be hard masters; but if you wear the livery of Christ, you will find Him so meek and lowly of heart that you will find rest unto your souls. He is the most magnanimous of captains. There never was His like among the choicest of princes. He is always to be found in the thickest part of the battle. When the wind blows cold, He always takes the bleak side of the hill. The heaviest end of the cross lies ever on His shoulders. These forty years, and more, have I served Him; blessed be His name! And I have had nothing but love from Him. I would be glad to continue another forty years in the same dear service here below, if so it pleased Him. His service is life, peace and joy. Oh, that you would enter in at once! God help you to enlist under the banner of Jesus even this day! Amen.
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