A57970:943
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 JEAN GORDON. (175)
My very dear & loving Sister.
Grace, mercy & peace be to you: I long to hear from you: I exhort you to set up the brae to the King's city that must be taken with violence: Your afternoon's sun is wearing low: Time will eat up your frail life like a worm gnawing at the root of a May-flower: Lend Christ your heart: Set him as a seal there: Take him in within, & let the world and children stand at the door; they are not yours, make you and them for your proper owner, Christ: It is good He is your husband and their father: What missing can there be of a dying man, when God filleth his chair? Give hours of the day to prayer: Fash Christ [If I may speak so] and importune him, be often at his gate, give his door no rest; I can tell you he will be found: O what sweet fellowship is betwixt him and me! I am imprisoned, but he is not imprisoned: He hath shamed me with his kindness: He hath come to my p•ison & run away with my heart & all my love: Well may he brook it: I wish my love get never an owner but Christ: Fy, fy upon old lovers that held us so long asunder! We shall not parr now: He & I shall be heard before he win out of my grips: I resolve to wrestle with Christ ere I quite him: But my love to him hath cast my soul in a fever, & there is no cooling of my fever till I get real possession of Christ: O strong, strong love of Jesus, thou hast wounded my heart with thine arrows! O pain! O pain of love jo• Christ! Who will help me to praise? Let me have your prayers. Grace be with you,
GRace, mercy & peace be to you: I long to hear from you: I exhort you to set up the brac to the King's city that must be taken with violence: Your afternoon's sun is wearing low: Time will eat up your frail life like a worm gnawing at the root of a May-flower: Lend Christ your heart: Set him as a seal there: Take him in within, & let the world and children stand at the door; they are not yours, make you and them for your proper owner, Christ: It is good He is your husband and their father: What missing can there be of a dying man, when God filleth his chair? Give hours of the day to prayer: Fash Christ [If I may speak so] and importune him, be often at his gate, give his door no rest; I can tell you he will be found: O what sweet fellowship is betwixt him and me! I am imprisoned, but he is not imprisoned: He hath shamed me with his kindness: He hath come to my pison & run away with my heart & all my love: Well may he brooke it: I wish my love get never an owner but Christ: Fy, fy upon old lovers that held us so long asunder! We shall not parr now: He & I shall be heard before he win out of my grips: I resolve to wrestle with Christ ere I quite him: But my love to him hath casten my soul in a fever, & there is no cooling of my fever till I get rall possession of Christ: O strong, strong love of Jesus, thou hast wounded my heart with thine arrows! O pain! O pain of love io Christ! Who will help me to praise? Let me have your prayers. Grace be with you,