Joshua Redivivus, or Mr. Rutherford's Letters

It is impossible in the setting out of Christ's love, to lye, and pass over truth's line: The discourses of Angels, or Love-books written by the congregation of Seraphims [all their wits being conjoined and melted in one] would for ever be in the nether side of true and plentifully declaring the thing as it is. The infiniteness, the boundlessness of that incomparable excellency that is in Jesus, is a great word. God send me, if it were but the relicts and leavings, or an ounce weight or two, of his matchless love, and suppose I never got another heaven [providing this blessed fire were evermore burning] I could not but be happy forever. Come hither then and give out your money wisely for bread: Come here and bestow your love. I have cause to speak this, because except ye enjoy and possess Christ, ye will be a cold friend to his spouse; For it is love to the husband that causeth kindness to the wife. I dare swear, it were a blessing to your House, the honour of your Honour, the flower of your credit, now in your place, and as far as ye are able, to lend your hand, to your weeping Mother, even your oppressed and spoiled Mother-kirk. If ye love her and bestir your self for her, & hazard the Lordship of Boyd for the recovery of her veil [which the smiting-watchmen have taken from her] then surely her husband will scorn to sleep in your common or reverence: Bits of Lordships are little to him who hath many crowns on his head & the Kingdoms of the world in the hollow of his hand. Court, Honour, Glory, riches, Stability of houses, Favour of Princes are all ⟨p. 91⟩on his finger ends. O what glory were it to lend your honour to Christ, and to his Jerusalem. Ye are one of Zions born sons, your Honourable and Christian Parents would venture you upon Christ's errands: Therefore I beseech you by the mercies of God, by the death and wounds of Jesus, by the hope of your glorious inheritance and by the comfort & hope of the joyful presence ye would have at the water-side, when ye are putting your foot in the dark grave, take courage for Christ's truth, & the Honour of his free Kingdom; for howbeit ye be a young flower and green before the sun, ye know not how soon death will cause you cast your bloom, and wither root and branch & leaves: And therefore write up what ye have to do for Christ, and make a treasure of good works, and begin in time:

It is impossible in the setting out of Christ's love, to lye, and passe over truth's line: The discourses of Angels, or Love-books written by the congregation of Seraphims [all their wits being conjoyned and melted in one] would for ever be in the nether side of tru and plentifully declaring the thing as it is. The infinitness, the boundlesness of that incomparable excellency that is in Jesus, is a great word. God send me, if it were but the relicts and leavings, or an ounce weight or two, of his matchless love, and suppose I never got another heaven [providing this blessed fire were evermore burning] I could not but be happy forever. Come hither then and give out your money wisely for bread: Come here and bestow your love. I have cause to speak this, because except ye enjoy and possess Christ, ye will be a cold friend to his spouse; For it is love to the husband that causeth kindness to the wife. I dare swear, it were a blessing to your House, the honour of your Honour, the flower of your credit, now in your place, and as far as ye are able, to lend your hand, to your weeping Mother, even your oppressed and spoiled Mother-kirk. If ye love her and bestir your self for her, & hazard the Lordship of Boyd for the recovery of her vail [which the smiting-watchmen have taken from her] then surely her husband will scorn to sleep in your common or reverence: Bits of Lordships are little to him who hath many crownes on his head & the Kingdoms of the world in the hollow of his hand. Court, Honour, Glory, riches, Stability of houses, Favour of Princes are all