How a Sinner Becomes a Believer
by Ralph Erskine
(1685-1752)
The
following selection is taken from the first chapter of Erkine's Gospel Sonnets
as found in The Sermons and Practical Works of Ralph Erskine (Glasgow: W.
Smith and J. Bryce Booksellers, 1778) vol. 10, pp. 59-71. The original title of
this piece appears as follows: "The Manner of a Sinner's Divorce from the Law in
a Work of Humiliation, and of his Marriage to the Lord Jesus Christ; or, the Way
How a Sinner comes to be a Believer." The electronic edition of this text has
been scanned and edited by Shane Rosenthal for Reformation Ink. In
numerous cases antiquated characters have been replaced and the spelling has
been modernized. In some instances sections have been edited for clarity. This
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F E A T U R I N G :
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- Section I. Of a LAW-WORK,
and the Workings of Legal Pride Under It.
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- Section II. Conviction of SIN and
WRATH, Carried on More Deeply and Effectually in the Heart.
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- Section III. The Deeply Humbled Soul RELIEVED
with Some Saving Discoveries of CHRIST
the Redeemer.
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- Section IV. The Workings of the Spirit of Faith in
Separating the Heart from All Self-Righteousness, and Drawing Out Its
Consent to, and Desire After CHRIST
Alone and Wholly.
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- Section V. Faith's View of the freedom of grace, cordial
renunciation of All Its Own Ragged Righteousness, and Formal Acceptance of
and Closing with the Person of Glorious CHRIST.
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- SECTION
I.
- Of a LAW-WORK, and
the Workings of Legal Pride Under It.
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- So proud's the bride, so backwardly
dispos'd;
- How then shall e'er the happy match
be clos'd?
- Kind grace the tumults of her heart
must quell,
- And draw her heav'nward by the
gates of hell.
- The bridegroom's Father makes by's
holy Spirit
- His stern command with her stiff
conscience meet;
- To dash her pride, and shew her
utmost need,
- Pursues for double debt with awful
dread.
- He makes her former husband's
frightful ghost
- Appear and damn her, as a bankrupt
lost;
- With curses, threats, and Sinai
thunder claps,
- Her lofty tow'r of legal boasting
saps.
- These humbling storms, in high or
low degrees,
- Heaven's Majesty will measure as he
please;
- But still he makes the fiery law at
least
- Pronounce its awful sentence in her
breast,
- 'Till through the law convict of
being lost,
- She hopeless to the law gives up
the ghost:
- Which now in rigour comes full debt
to crave,
- And in close prison cast; but not
to save.
- For now 'tis weak, and can't
(through our default)
- Its greatest votaries to life
exalt.
- But well it can command with fire
and flame,
- And to the lowest pit of ruin
damn.
- Thus doth it by commission from
above,
- Deal with the bride, when heav'n
would court her love.
- Lo! now she startles at the Sinai
trump,
- Which throws her soul into a dismal
dump;
- Conscious another husband she must
have,
- Else die for ever in destruction's
grave.
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- While in conviction's jail she's
thus inclos'd,
- Glad news are heard, the royal
mate's propos'd.
- And now the scornful bride's
inverted stir
- Is racking fear, he scorn to match
with her.
- She dreads his fury, and despairs
that he
- Will ever wed so vile a wretch as
she.
- And here the legal humour stirs
again,
- To her prodigious loss and grievous
pain:
- For when the Prince presents
himself to be
- Her Husband, then she deems; Ah! is
not he
- Too fair a match for such a filthy
bride?
- Unconscious that the thought
bewrays her pride,
- Ev'n pride of merit, pride of
righteousness,
- Expecting Heav'n should love her
for her dress;
- Unmindful how the fall her face did
stain,
- And made her but a black unlovely
swain,
- Her whole primeval beauty quite
defac'd,
- And to the rank of fiends her form
debas'd,
- Without disfigur'd, and defil'd
within,
- Incapable of any thing but
sin.
- Heav'n courts not any for their
comely face,
- But for the glorious praise of
sov'reign grace,
- Else ne'er had courted one of
Adam's race,
- Which all as children of corruption
be,
- Heirs rightful of immortal
misery.
- Yet here the bride employs her
foolish wit,
- For this bright match her ugly form
to fit;
- To daub her features o'er with
legal paint,
- That with a grace she may herself
present.
- Hopeful the Prince with credit
might her wed,
- If once some comely qualities she
had.
- In humble pride, her haughty spirit
flags;
- She cannot think of coming all in
rags.
- Were she a humble, faithful
penitent,
- She dreams he'd then contract with
full content.
- Base varlet! think she'd be a match
for him,
- Did she but deck herself in
handsome trim.
- Ah! foolish thoughts! in legal
deeps that plod;
- Ah! sorry notions of a sov'reign
God!
- Will God expose his great, his
glorious Son,
- For our vile baggage to be sold and
won?
- Should sinful modesty the match
decline,
- Until its garb be brisk and
superfine;
- Alas! when should we see the
marriage-day?
- The happy bargain must flee up for
ay.
- Presumptuous souls, in surly
modesty,
- Half-favours of themselves would
fondly be,
- Then hopeful th' other half their
due will fall,
- Disdain to be in Jesus' debt for
all.
- Vainly the first would wash
themselves, and then
- Address the fountain to be wash'd
more clean;
- First heal themselves, and then
expect the balm:
- Ah! many slightly cure their sudden
qualm.
- They heal their conscience with a
tear or pray'r;
- And seek no other Christ, but
perish there.
- O sinner, search the house, and see
the thief
- That spoils they Saviour's crown,
thy soul's relief,
- The hid, but heinous sin of
unbelief.
- Who can possess a quality that's
good,
- 'Till first he come to Jesus'
cleansing blood?
- The pow'r that draws the bride,
will also shew
- Unto her by the way her hellish
hue,
- As void of ev'ry virtue to
commend,
- And full of ev'ry vice that will
offend.
- 'Till sov'reign grace the sullen
bride shall catch,
- She'll never fit herself for such a
match.
- Most qualify'd they are in heav'n
to dwell,
- Who see themselves most qualify'd
for hell;
- And, ere the bride can drink
salvation's cup,
- Kind Heav'n must reach to hell and
lift her up:
- For no decorum e'er about her
found,
- Is she belov'd; but on a nobler
ground.
- JEHOVAH's love is like his nature, free;
- Nor must his creature challenge his
decree;
- But low at sov'reign grace's
footstool creep,
- Whose ways are searchless, and his
judgments deep.
- Yet grace's suit meets with
resistance rude
- From haughty souls; for lack of
innate good
- To recommend them. Thus the
backward bride
- Affronts her Suitor with her modest
pride.
- Black hatred for his cover'd love
repays,
- Pride under mask of modesty
displays:
- In part would save herself; hence,
saucy soul!
- Rejects the matchless mate would
save in whole.
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- SECTION
II.
- Conviction of SIN and
WRATH, Carried on More Deeply and Effectually in the Heart.
- So proudly forward is the bride, and
now,
- Stern Heav'n begins to stare with
cloudier brow;
- Law-curses come with more
condemning pow'r,
- To scorch her conscience with a
fiery show'r,
- And more refulgent flashes darted
in;
- For by the law knowledge is of
sin.
- Black Sinai, thund'ring louder than
before,
- Does awful in her lofty bosom
roar.
- Heaven's furious storms now rife
from ev'ry airth,
- In ways more terrible to shake the
earth,
- 'Till haughtiness of men be sunk
thereby,
- That Christ alone may be exalted
high.
- Now, stable earth seem from her
center tossed,
- And lofty mountains in the ocean
lost,
- Hard rocks of flint, and haughty
hills of pride,
- Are torn in pieces by the roaring
tide.
- Each flash of new conviction's
lucid rays
- Heart-errors, undiscern'd till now,
displays;
- Wrath's massy cloud upon the
conscience breaks,
- And thus menacing Heav'n in thunder
speaks;
- "Black wretch, thou madly under
foot hast trode
- "Th' authority of a commanding
God;
- "Thou, like thy kindred that in
Adam fell,
- "Art but a law-reversing lump of
hell,
- "And there by law and justice
doom'd to dwell."
- Now, now, the daunted bride her
state bewails,
- And downward furls her
self-exalting sails;
- With pungent fear, and piercing
terror brought
- To mortify her lofty legal
thought.
- Why, the commandment comes, sin is
reviv'd,
- That lay so hid, while to the law
she liv'd;
- Infinite majesty in God is
seen,
- And infinite malignity is
sin:
- That to its expiation must
amount
- A sacrifice of infinite
account.
- Justice its dire severity
displays,
- The law its vast dimensions open
lays.
- She sees for this broad standard
nothing meet,
- Save an obedience, sinless and
complete.
- Her cob-web righteousness, once in
renown,
- Is with a happy vengeance now swept
down.
- She who of daily faults could once
but prate,
- Sees now her sinful miserable
state.
- Her heart, where once she thought
some good to dwell,
- The devil's cab'net fill'd with
trash of hell.
- Her boasted features now unmasked
bare,
- Her vaunted hopes are plung'd in
deep despair.
- Her haunted shelter-house in bypast
years
- Comes tumbling down about her
frighted ears.
- Her former rotten faith, love,
penitence,
- She sees a bowing wall, and
tott'ring fence.
- Excellencies of thought, and word,
and deed,
- All swimming, drowning in a sea of
dread:
- Her beauty now deformity she
deems;
- Her heart much blacker than the
devil seems.
- With ready lips she can herself
declare
- The vilest ever breath'd in vital
air.
- Her former hopes, as refuges of
lies,
- Are swept away, and all her
boasting dies.
- She once imagin'd Heav'n would be
unjust
- To damn so many lumps of human
dust,
- Form'd by himself; but now she owns
it true,
- Damnation surely is the sinner's
due:
- Yea, now applauds the law's just
doom so well,
- That justly she condemns herself to
hell;
- Does herein divine equity
acquit,
- Herself adjudging to the lowest
pit.
- Her language, "Oh! if God condemn,
I must
- "From bottom of my soul declare him
just.
- "But if his great salvation me
embrace,
- "How loudly will I sing surprising
grace?
- "If from the pit he to the throne
me raise,
- "I'll rival angels in his endless
praise.
- "If hell deserving me to heaven he
bring,
- "No heart so glad, no tongue so
loud shall sing.
- "If wisdom has not laid the saving
plan,
- "I nothing have to claim, I nothing
can.
- "My works but sin, my merit death I
see;
- "Oh! mercy, mercy, mercy! pity
me."
- Thus all self-justifying pleas are
dropp'd,
- Most guilty she becomes, her mouth
is stopp'd.
- Pungent remorse does her past
conduct blame,
- And flush her conscious cheek with
spreading shame.
- Her self-conceited heart is
self-convict,
- With barbed arrows of compunction
prick'd:
- Wonders how justice spares her
vital breath,
- How patient Heav'n adjourns the day
of wrath;
- How pliant earth does not with open
jaws
- Devour her, Korah-like, for equal
cause;
- How yawning hell, that gapes for
such a prey,
- Is frustrated with a further hour's
delay.
- She that could once her mighty
works exalt,
- And bast devotion fram'd without a
fault
- Extol her nat'ral pow'rs, is now
brought down,
- Her former madness, not her pow'rs,
to own.
- Her present beggar state, most void
of grace,
- Unable even to wail her woful
case,
- Quite pow'rless to believe, repent,
or pray;
- Thus pride of duties flies and dies
away.
- She, like a harden'd wretch, a
stupid stone,
- Lies in the dust, and cries,
Undone, undone.
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- SECTION
III.
- The Deeply Humbled
Soul RELIEVED with Some Saving Discoveries of CHRIST the
Redeemer.
- WHEN thus the wounded bride perceives full
well
- Herself the vilest sinner out of
hell,
- The blackest monster in the
universe:
- Pensive if clouds of wo shall e'er
disperse.
- When in her breast Heaven's wrath
so fiercely glows,
- 'Twixt fear and guilt her bones
have no repose.
- When flowing billows of amazing
dread
- Swell to a deluge o'er her sinking
head;