A57970:1124
Joshua Redivivus, or Mr. Rutherford's Letters
Joshua redivivus, or, Mr. Rutherford's letters divided into two parts, the first, containing these which were written from Aberdeen, where he was confined by a sentence of the high commission ... partly on account of his non-conformance : the second, containing some which were written from Anwoth ... / now published for the use of all the people of God ... by a well-wisher to the work & people of God.Joshua redivivus, or, Mr. Rutherfoord's letters divided into two parts, the first, containing these which were written from Aberdeen, where he was confined by a sentence of the high commission ... partly on account of his non-conformance : the second, containing some which were written from Anwoth ... / now published for the use of all the people of God ... by a wellwisher to the work & people of God.
Rotterdam? : s.n., 1664
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
To ROBERT GORDON of Knockbrex. (213.)
My dearest Brother.
I See Christ thinketh shame [if I may speak so] to be in such a poor man's common as mine. I burden no man, I want nothing, no face hath gloomed upon me since I left you. God's son & fair weather conveyeth me to my time- Paradise in Aberdeen. Christ hath so handsomely fitted for my shoulders this ••ugh ••ee of the cross, as that it hurteth me no ways. My treasure is up in Christ's ••ffers, my comforts are greater then ye can believe: my per shall ye for p••ury of words to write of them. God knoweth▪ I am filled with the joy of the Holy Ghost. Only the memory of you, my dearest in the Lord, my flock & others▪ keepeth me under, & from being exalted above measure: Christ's sweet sa• hath this sour mixed with it; but O such a sweet & pleasant taste! I find small hopes of Qs: matter. Thus in haste. Remember me to your wife, & to William Gordon. Grace be with you.
I See Christ thinketh shame [if I may speak so] to be in such a poor man's common as mine. I burden no man, I want nothing, no face hath gloomed upon me since I left you. God's son & fair weather conveyeth me to my time- Paradise in Aberdeen. Christ hath so handsomely fitted for my shoulders this ugh ee of the cross, as that it hurteth me no wayes. My treasure is up in Christ's ffers, my comforts are greater then ye can beleeve: my per shall ye for pury of words to write of them. God knoweth I am filled with the joy of the Holy Ghost. Onely the memory of you, my dearest in the Lord, my flock & others keepeth me under, & from being exalted above measure: Christ's sweet sa hath this sowre mixed with it; but O such a sweet & pleasant taste! I finde small hopes of Qs: matter. Thus in haste. Remember me to your wife, & to William Gordon. Grace be with you.