Joshua Redivivus, or Mr. Rutherford's Letters

Lord send me for my part but the meanest share of Christ, that can be given to any of the indwellers of the new Jerusalem; But I know my Lord is no niggard: He can, & it becometh him well to give more, then my narrow soul can receive. If there were ten thousand, thousand millions of worlds, & as many heavens full of men & Angels, Christ would not be pinched to supply all our wants, and to fill us all. Christ is a well of life, but who knoweth how deep it is to the bottom? This soul of ours hath love, and cannot but love some fair one: And O what a fair one, what an only one, what an excellent lovely ravishing one is Jesus! Put the beauty of ten thousand thousand worlds of Paradises like the garden of Eden in one, put all trees, all flowers, all smells, all colours, all tastes, all joys, all sweetness, all loveliness is one, O what a fair and excellent thing would that be! ⟨p. 70⟩& yet it should be less, to that fair & dearest well beloved Christ then one drop of rain to the whole seas, rivers, lakes, & fountains of ten thousand earths. O but Christ is heavens wonder & earths wonder! what marvel that his bride saith, Cant 5: v. 16. He is altogether lovely. Oh that black souls will not come, & fetch all then love to this fair one! O if I could invite & persuade thousands, & ten thousand times ten thousand of Adam's sons; to flock about my Lord Jesus, & to come & take their fill of love! Oh pity, for evermore, that there should be such an one as Christ Jesus, so boundless, so bottomless, & so incomparable in infinite excellency, & sweetness, and so few to take him. Oh, oh, ye poor, dry & dead souls, why will ye not come hither with your tom vessels, & your empty souls, to this huge, & fair, & deep, & sweet well of life, & fill all your tom vessels! Oh that Christ should be so large in sweetness, & worth, & we so narrow, so pinched so ebb, & so void of all happiness, and yet men will not take him! They lose their love miserably who will not bestow it upon this lovely one. Alas, these five thousand years, Adam's fools, his waster-heirs, have been wasting & lavishing out their love, and their affections upon black lovers, and black harlots: upon bits of dead creatures, and broken idols, upon this, & that feckless creature, & have not brought their love, and their heart to Jesus. O pity, that fairness hath so few lovers! O woe, woe to the fools of this world;

Lord send me for my part but the meanest share of Christ, that can be given to any of the indwellers of the new Jerusalem; But I know my Lord is no niggard: He can, & it becometh him well to give more, then my narrow soul can receive. If there were ten thousand, thousand millions of worlds, & as many heavens full of men & Angels, Christ would not be pinched to supply all our wants, and to fill us all. Christ is a well of life, but who knoweth how deep it is to the bottom? This soul of ours hath love, and cannot but love some fair one: And O what a fair one, what an onely one, what an excellent lovely ravishing one is Jesus! Put the beauty of ten thousand thousand worlds of Paradises like the garden of Eden in one, put all trees, all flowers, all smels, all colours, all tastes, all joyes, all sweetness, all lovelyness is one, O what a fair and excellent thing would that be!