Souls Saved, the Crown of Jesus – Charles Spurgeon

IF like the old Swiss hero we could gather up all the death-bearing lances into our own bosom, and die in opening a road to victory for our fellow-soldiers, it were a destiny for which to bless God. It would be a glorious thing to die, if by our martyrdom the world might be won for him. High thrones for Jesus, where shall we find them? Bright crowns for Jesus, where shall we find them? We will snatch them from your heads, you kings, if there be no others. Nay, but your diadems are too mean for his brow, and are only worthy to be thrown into the dust before him; they have not luster enough for him. We will find jewels for him in the tears of penitents, and gold in the songs of believers. We will weave chaplets for him out of souls emancipated, and spirits perfected. He must have them; he must have them. Such a One as he cannot but be great unto the ends of the earth.