Joshua Redivivus, or Mr. Rutherford's Letters

Although not acquaint, yet because we are father's children I thought good to write unto you: howbeit my first discourse & communing with you of Christ, be in paper; yet I have cause since I came hither to have no paper-thoughts of him; for in my sad days he is become the flower of my joys, & I but lie here, living upon his love; but cannot get so much of it as fain I would have, not because Christ's love is Lordly & looketh too high; but because I have a narrow vessel to receive his love & I look too low: But I give under my own hand-write to you a testimonial of Christ & his cross, that they are a sweet couple, & that Christ hath never yet been set in his own due chair of honour amongst us all. Oh, I know not where to set him! O for a high seat to that royal princely one! O that my poor withered soul had once a running-over flood of that love, to put sap in my dry root, & that, that flood would spring out to the tongue and pen, to utter great things to the high & due commendation of such a fair one! O holy, holy, holy one! Alas there are too many dumb tongues in the world, and dry hearts, seeing there is employment in Christ for them all, and ten thousand worlds of men & Angels moe, to set on high & exalt the greatest Prince of the Kings of the earth. Woe's me that bits of living clay dare come out to rush hard heads with him, & that my unkind mother, this harlot-Kirk, hath given her sweet half-marrow such a meeting;