All Honor To God Only
“You crown the year with
Your goodness.” Psalm 65:11.
(Spurgeon remembers the
Lord’s goodness to the church.)
"I. And so our first
head is DIVINE GOODNESS ADORED. “You
crown the year with Your goodness.”
Whatever of acceptable
service we have rendered and whatever of real success we have achieved has come
from the Lord of hosts who has worked all our works in us. Whatever holy
results may have followed from earnest efforts and whatever honor has redounded
unto God from them is the Lord’s doings and it is marvelous in our eyes. “Not
unto us, not unto us, O Lord, but unto Your name be glory for Your mercy and
for Your truth’s sake.” Your goodness, not ours, has crowned the work. Your
goodness, indeed, it is which makes every good work good and gives to every
good its crown. From its first conception, even to its ultimate conclusion, all
virtue is of You. From blade to full corn, all the harvest is of You, O Lord,
and to You let it be ascribed. Let us, therefore, praise the Lord with all our
hearts for 25 years of prayer and effort, of planning and working, of believing
and rejoicing which He has crowned with His goodness.
We will try to follow the
run of the psalm and our first note shall be this--praise must be for God alone. “Praise waits for You, O God, in
Zion.” Not for men, nor for priests, nor for pastors, presbyters, bishops,
ministers, or whatsoever you choose to call them—“Praise waits for You, O God,
in Zion.” Whosoever shall have done well in the midst of the church, let him
have the love of his brethren, but let all the praise be unto You, O Most High.
Far be it for the axe to exalt itself and forget him that fells therewith or
for the sword to deprive the conqueror of his glory. Praise is silent while the
best of men are passing by—it lays its finger on its lips till the Lord
approaches and then bursts forth in gladsome song because He appears.
Whatever else you do, my
brethren, be sure that your soul magnifies the Lord and abhors the very idea of
self-glorification. If the Lord has blessed you, shake off, as Paul shook off
the viper from his hand, any idea of ascribing praise to yourself. We are mere
vanity and to us belong shame and confusion of face—these are, so to speak, our
belongings—the only dowry our fathers have left to us. What are we that the
Lord should bless us? Did you bring a soul to Christ the other day? Bless the
Holy Spirit who helped you by His power to do so divine a deed. Did you bear
bold testimony for the truth but yesterday? Bless Him who is the faithful and
true witness, that at His feet you learned how to be true—and by His Spirit
were enabled to be brave. “Not unto us! Not unto us!” With vehemence we
deprecate the idea of honoring ourselves. Again and again we put away the
usurper’s crown which Satan proffers us. How can we endure the base proposal?
Shall we rob God of His glory? Even He from whom we derive our very existence?
Perish, O pride, abhorred of God and man. O Lord, keep me from the approach of
that shameful evil. Brethren, if you have any esteem among men, cast your crown
at Jehovah’s feet and there let it be. All honor be to God only.”
-Charles Haddon Spurgeon