O infinite love never to be Comprehended, but ever to be admired, magnified, and adored by every Creature! O let my heart be filled, let my Mouth be filled, let my papers be filled ever, ever filled with the thankful Commemoration of this matchless love. O turn your eyes from other objects! O bury me in forgetfulness, and let my love be no more mentioned nor had in remembrance among you, so that you may be throughly possessed and inflamed with the love of God. This, my Beloved, this is that love which is ever to be commended, and extolled by you. See that you study this love, fill your souls with wonder, and feast your souls with joy, and be ravished with rich contentment in this Divine Love: Take your daily walk, and lose your selves in the Field of Love: Drink, O Friends, yea drink abundantly, O Beloved, fear no excess. O that your souls may be drenched and drowned in the love of Christ, till you can every one say with the ravished Spouse, I am sick of love. Marvel not that I wander here, and seem to forget the bounds of a Letter, this love obligeth me, yea, rather constraineth me. Who in all the Earth should admire and commend this love if I should not? I feel it, I taste it, the sweet savour thereof reviveth my soul, it is light to mine eyes, and life to mine heart; the warm Beams of this blessed Sun, O how have they comforted me, ravished, and refreshed me both in Body and Soul! my benumbed Limbs, my withered hands, my feeble knees, my bones quite naked of flesh do yet again revive through the quickening, healing, and raising influence of Divine Grace and Love. Now my own hands can feed me, and my own feet can bear me, my appetite is quick, my sleep comfortable, and God is pleased to give some increase continually though by insensible Degrees; and shall not I praise that love and grace that hath done all this for me? yea, what is this to all I have to tell you? My heart is enlarged, but I told you Paper could not hold what I have to speak of the goodness of the All Gracious God, in which I live. I am forced to end, least you should not bear my length.
O infinite love never to be Comprehended, but ever to be admired, magnified, and adored by every Creature! O let my heart be filled, let my Mouth be filled, let my papers be filled ever, ever filled with the thankful Commemoration of this matchless love. O turn your eyes from other objects! O bury me in forgetfulness, and let my love be no more mentioned nor had in remembrance among you, so that you may be throughly possessed and inflamed with the love of God. This, my Beloved, this is that love which is ever to be commended, and extolled by you. See that you studie this love, fill your souls with wonder, and feast your souls with joy, and be ravished with rich contentment in this Divine Love: Take your daily walk, and lose your selves in the Field of Love: Drink, O Friends, yea drink abundantly, O Beloved, fear no excess. O that your souls may be drencht and drowned in the love of Christ, till you can every one say with the ravisht Spouse, I am sick of love. Marvel not that I wander here, and seem to forget the bounds of a Letter, this love obligeth me, yea, rather constraineth me. Who in all the Earth should admire and commend this love if I should not? I feel it, I taste it, the sweet savour thereof reviveth my soul, it is light to mine eyes, and life to mine heart; the warm Beams of this blessed Sun, O how have they comsorted me, ravished, and refreshed me both in Body and Soul! my benumbed Limbs, my withered hands, my feeble knees, my bones quite naked of flesh do yet again revive through the quickning, healing, and raising influence of Divine Grace and Love. Now my own hands can feed me, and my own seet can bear me, my appetite is quick, my sleep comfortable, and God is pleased to give some increase continually though by insensible Degrees; and shall not I praise that love and grace that hath done all this for me? yea, what is this to all I have to tell you? My heart is enlarged, but I told you Paper could not hold what I have to speak of the goodness of the AllGracious God, in which I live. I am forced to end, least you should not bear my length.
