Christmas by Spurgeon

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“Hark, yonder! What means the firing of the Tower guns? Why all this ringing of bells in the church steeples, as if all London were mad with joy? There is a prince born; therefore there is this salute, and therefore are the bells ringing.

Ah, Christians, ring the bells of your hearts, tire the salute of your most joyous songs, ‘For unto us a child is born, unto us a Son is given.’

Dance, O my heart, and ring out peals of gladness!

Ye drops of blood within my veins dance every one of you!

Oh! all my nerves become harp strings, and let gratitude touch you with angelic fingers! And thou, my tongue, shout—shout to his praise who hath said to thee—”Unto thee a child is born, unto thee a Son is given.”

Wipe that tear away! Come, stop that sighing! Hush yon murmuring. What matters your poverty? “Unto you a child is born.” What matters your sickness? ‘Unto you a Son is given.’

What matters your sin? For this child shall take the sin away, and this Son shall wash and make you fit for heaven.

I say, if it be so,

‘Lift up the heart, lift up the voice,

Rejoice aloud! ye saints rejoice!’”

~Charles Haddon Spurgeon, 1834-1892

Read the full sermon here.

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