Christ, Invitation to – Charles Spurgeon

HARK! hark! I hear the chariot wheels of death. He comes! he comes! and the axles of his chariot are hot with speed. He stands aloft driving his white horse. The skeleton rider brandishes his awful spear, and you are the victim. God has spared you up until now, but he may not bid you spend another Sabbath-day. I hear the mower’s scythe everywhere, as I pass along, making ready to cut down the grass and the flower thereof. Ah! death’s scythe is being sharpened now. He proceeds to reap his harvest every day, and, whether prepared or not, you must be cut down when God’s time shall come. Fly, then, I pray you, and though you be, like John Mark, unfit, and unprepared, remember you may come naked to Christ, for he can clothe you; you may come filthy to Christ, for he can wash you; you may come all unholy and defiled to Jesus, for he can put away your sin.