a nearer communion with my Lord-tutour the prime heir of all Christ I wish for my part I could send you that gentleman who wrote his commendations to me in to the kings innermost cellar house of wine to be filled with love A drink of this love is worth the having indeed We carry our selves but too too nicely with Christ our Lord our Lord loveth not niceness dryness uncouthness in friends Since need force we must be in Christ's common then let us be in his common for it will be no otherwayes Now for my present case in my imprisonment deliverance for any appearance I see looketh cold like My hope if it looked to or leaned upon men should wither soon at the root like a May-flower Yet I resolve to ease my self with on-waiting on my Lord to let my faith swim where it looseth ground I am under a necessity either offainting which I hope my master of whom boast all the day shall avert or then to â—ay my faith upon omnipotency to wink stick by my grip And I hope my ship shall ride it out seeing Christ is willing to blow his sweet wind in my sailes mendeth closeth the leks in my ship ruleth all It will be strange if a beleeving passenger be casten â—ver beard As for your Master My Lord my Lady I will be loath to forget them I think my prayers such as they are are due debt to him I shall be faâ— more engaged to his Lo if he be fast for Christ as I hope he will now when so many of his coat quality slip from Christ's back leave him to send for himself I entreat you remember my love to that wo thy Gentleman A. C. who salated me in your letter I have heard that he is one of my Master's friends for the which cause I am tied to him I wish he may more more fall in love with Christ. Now for your question as far as I rawly conceive I think God is praised two wayes First by a concional profession of his highness before men such as is the very hearing of the word receiving of either of the Sacraments in which acts by profession we give out to men that he is our God with whom we are in covenant our Lawgiver Thus eating drinking in the Lord's supper is an annunciation profession before men that Christ is our slain Redeemer Here because God speaketh to us not we to him it is not a formal thanks giving but an annunciation or predication of Christ's death concionall not adorative neither hath it God for the immediat object and therefore no kneeling can be here Secondly there is another praising of God formal when we are either formally blessing God or speaking his praises And this I take to be twofold 1. When we directly formally direct praises and thanksgiving to God This may well be done kneeling in token of our recognizance of his highness yet not so but it may be standing or sitting especially seeing joyfull elevation which should be in praising is not formally signified by kneeling 2. When we speak good of God declare his glorious nature attributes extolling him before men to excite men to conceive highly of him The former I hold to be worship every way immediat else I know not any immediat worship at all the latter hath God for the subject not properly the object seeing the predication is directed to men immediatly rather then to God for here we speak of God by way of praising rather then to God And for my own part as I am for the present minded I see not how this can be done kneeling seeing it is praedicatio Dei Christâ— non laudatio aut benedictio Dei But observe that it is formal praising of God not meerly concional as I distinguished in the first member for in the first member any speaking of God or of his works of creation providence redemption is indirect concional praising of him formally preaching or an act of teaching not an act of predication of his praises for there is a difference betwixt the simple relation of the vertues of a thing which is formally teaching the extolling of the worth of a thing by way of commendation to cause others to praise with us Thus recommending you to God's grace I rest Aberd. June 15. 1637. Yours in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To Mr J. R. 124. Dear Brother GRace mercy peace be unto you upon the report I hear of you without any further acquaintance except our straitest bonds in our Lord Jesus I thought good to write unto you hearing of your danger to be thrust out of the Lord's house for his name sake Therefore my earnest humble desire to God is that ye may be strengthned in the grace of God by the power of his might to goe on for Christ not standing in aw of a worm that shall die I hope ye will not put your hand to the ark to give it a wrong totch to overturn it as many now doe when the archers are shooting sore at Joseph whose bowe shall abide in it's strength We ow to our royall King Princely Master a testimony O how blessed are they who can warde a blow off Christ his born-down truth Men think Christ a gone man now that he shall never get up his head again And they beleeve his court is failed because he suffereth men to break their spears swords upon him and the enemies to plow Sion make long deep their furrows on her back But it would not be so if the Lord had not a sowing for his plowing What can he doe but melt an old drossie Kirk that he may bring out a new bride out of the fire again 〈◊〉 I think Christ is just now reparing his house exchanging his old vessels with new vessels is going through this land and taking up an inventure a roll of so many of Levi's sons good Professors that he may make them new work for the second temple And whatsoever shall be found not to be for the work shall be casten over the wall When the house shall be builded he shall lay by his hammers as having no more to doe with them It is possible he doe worse to them then lay them by I think the vengeance of the Lord the vengeance of his temple shall be upon them I desire no more but to keep weight when I am past the fire I can now in some weak measure give Christ a testimonial of a lovely loving companion under suffering for him I saw him before but afar off his beauty to my eye's sight groweth a fig a straw for ten worlds plaistered glory for childish shadows The idol of clay this God the world that fools fight for If I had a lease of Christ of my own dating for whoever
one poor joy that was on this side of heaven even my liberty to preach Christ to his people yet I am dead to that now so being he would hew and carve glory glory for evermore to my royall King out of my silence sufferings Oh that I had my fill of his love but I know ill manners make an uncouth strange bridegroom I intreat you earnestly for the aide of your prayers for I forget not you I salute with my soul in Christ the faithfull Pastors and honourable worthy Professors in that Land Now the God of peace that brought again our Lord Jesus from the dead the great shephered of the sheep by the blood of the everlasting covenant make you perfect in every good work to doe his will working in you that which is well pleasing in his sight Grace Grace be with you Aberden Feb. 4. 1638. Yours in his sweeetest Lord Iesus S. R. To the truly noble elect lady my lady VICOUNTESSE of KENMURE 4 Noble elect Lady THat honour that I have prayed for these sixteen yeers with submission to my Lords will my kind Lord hath now bestowed upon me even to suffer for my royall princely King Jesus for his Kingly crown the freedom of his Kingdom that his father hath given him The forbidden Lords have sentenced me with deprivation confinement within the town of Aberden I am charged in the Kings name to enter against the twentie day of August next there to remain during the Kings pleasure as they have given it out howbeit Christs green crosse newly laid upon me be somewhat heavie while I call to minde the many fair dayes sweet comfortable to my soul to the souls of many others how young ones in Christ are plucked from the breast and the inheritance of God laid waste yet that sweet smelled perfumed crosse of Christ is accompanied with sweet refreshments with the kisses of a King with the joy of the holy Ghost with faith that the Lord hears the sighing of a prisoner with undoubted hope as sure as my Lord liveth after this night to see day light Christs skie to clear up again upon me his poor Kirk that in a strange Land amongst strange faces he will give favour in the eyes of men to his poor oppressed servant who dow not but love that lovely one that princely one Jesus the comforter of his soul. All would be well if I were free of old challanges for guiltiness for neglect in my calling and for speaking too little for my welbeloveds crown honour Kingdom Oh for a day in the assembly of the saints to advocate for King Jesus If my Lord goe on now to quarrels also I die I cannot endure it but I look for peace from him because he knoweth I dow bear mens feud but I dow not bear his feud this is my onely exercise that I fear I have done little good in my ministry but I dare not but say I loved the baiâ—â—s of the wedding chamber and prayed for desired the thriving of the marriage coming of his Kingdom I apprehend no lesse then a judgement upon Galloway that the Lord shall visit this whole nation for the quarrell of the covenant But what can be laid upon me or any the like of me is too light for Christ Christ dow â—ear more would bear death burning quick in his weâ—k servants even for this honourable cause that I now suffer for Yet for all my complaints he knoweth that I dare not now dissemble he was never sweeter Kinder then he is now one kisse now is sweeter then ten long since sweet sweet is his crosse light light easie is his yoke O what a sweet step were it up to my fathers house thorow ten deaths for the truth and cause of that unknown and so not-halfe-wel-loved plant of renown the man called the Branch the chief among ten thousands the fairest among the sons of men O what unseen joyes how many hidden heart-burnings of love are in the remnants of the sufferings of Christ my dear worthy Lady I give it to your La under my own hand my heart-writing as well as my hand welcome welcome sweet sweet glorious crosse of Christ welcome sweet Jesus with thy light crosse thou hast now gained gotten all my love from me â—eep what thou hast gotten Onely woe woe is me for my bereft-flock for the Lambs of Jesus that I fear shall be fed with dry breasts but I sparenow Madam I dare not promise to see your La because of the little time I have alloted me I purpose to obey the King who hath power of my body rebellion to Kings is unbeseeming Christs Ministers Be pleased to acquiant my Lady Marre with my case I will look your La that good Lady will be mindfull to God of the Lords prisoner not for my cause but for the Gospels sake Madam bind me more if more can be to your La and write thanks to your brother my Lord of Lorne for what he hath done for me a poor unknown stranger to his Lo I shall pray for him his house while I live It is his honour to open his mouth in the streets for his wronged and oppressed master Christ Jesus Now Madam commending your La and the sweet childe to â—he tender mercies of mine own Lord Jesus and his good will who dwelt in the bush I Rest. Edinb July 28. 1636. Yours in his own sweetest Lord Iesus S. R. To the Noble Christian Lady the VICOUNTESSE of KENMURE 5 My very Honourable dear Lady GRace mercy peace be to you I cannot forget your La that sweet childe I desire to hear what the Lord is doing to you him to write to me were charity I cannot but write to my friends that Christ hath tryâ—ted me in Aberden my adversaries have sent me here to be feasted with love-banquets with my royall high high princely King Jesus Madam why should I smother Christs honesty I dare not conceal his goodness to my soul he looked fram'd and uncouth-like upon me when I came first here but I beleeve himself better then his looks I shall not again quarrell Christ for a gloome now he hath taken the mask off his face saith kisse thy fill what can I have more while I get great heaven in my little armes O how sweet are the sufferings of Christ for Christ God forgive them that raise an ill report upon the sweet crosse of Christ it is but our weak dim eyes that look but to the black side that makes us mistake these who can take that crabbed-tree hand-somely upon their back fasten it on cannily shall finde it such a burden as wings unto a bird or sailes to ship Madam rue not of your having chosen the better part upon my salvation this is Christs truth I now suffer for if I found
in the loof of their hand Cur Lord maketh delicates and dainties of his sweet presence and love-visits to his own but Christs love under a vaile is love if ye get Christ howbeit not the sweet and pleasant way you would have him it is enough for the wel-beloved cometh not our way he must waile his own gate himself For worldly things seeing they are medows and fair flowers in your way to heaven a smell in the by-going is sufficient he that would reckon and tell all the stones in his way in a journey of three or four hundred miles and write up in his count book all the herbs and flowers growing in his way might come short of his journey you cannot stay in your inch of time to lose your day seeing you are in haste and the night and your after-noon will not bide you in setting your heart on this vain world it were your wisdom to read your count book to have in readinâ—sâ— your bussinesse against the time you come to deaths water-side I know your lodging is taken your forerunner Christ hath not forgotten that therefore you must set your self to your one thing which ye cannot well want In that our Lord took your husband to himself I know it was that he might make room for himself he cuteth off your love to the creature that ye might learn that God onely is the right owner of your love sorrow losse sadnesse death or the worst things that are except sin but Christ knoweth well what to make of them can put his own in the crosses common that we shall be obliged to affliction thank God who learned us to make our acquaintance with such a rough companion who can hale us to Christ you must learn to make evils your great good and to spin out comforts peace joy communion with Christ out of your troubls that are Christs wooers sent to speak for you to himself It is easie to get good words and a comfortable message from our Lord even from such rough serjeants as diverse temptations Thanks to God for crosses when we count and reckon our losses in seeking God we finde godliness is great gain Great partners of a shipfull of gold are glad to see the ship come to the harbour surely we and our Lord Jesus together have a shipfull of gold coming home and our gold is in that ship Some are so in love or rather in lust with this life that they sell their part of the ship for a little thing I would counsel you to buy hope but sell it not and give not away your crosses for nothing the inside of Christs crosse is white and joyfull and the far end of the black crosse is a fair and glorious heaven of ease and seeing Christ hath fastned heaven to the far end of the crosse he will not loose the knot him self none else can for when Christ casteth a knot all the world cannot loose it let us then count it exceeding joy when we fall into diverse temptations Thus recommending you to the tender mercy grace of our Lord I rest Aberd. Your Loving Brother S. R. To JOHN GORDON Of Card nes Younger 25 Honoured Dear Brother I Wrote of late to you multitudes of letters burden me now I am refreshed with your letter I exhort you in the bowels of Christ set to work for your soul let these bear weight with you and ponder them seriously 1. Weeping gnasâ—ing of teeth in utter-darkness or heaven's joy 2. Think what ye would give for an hour when ye shall lie like dead cold blackned clay 3. there is sand in your glass yet your sun is not gone down 4. Consider what joy peace is in Christs service 5. Think what advantage it will be to have Angels the world life death crosses yea and devils all for you as the Kings serjeants and servants to doe your bussinesse 6. To have mercy on your seed a blessing on your house 7. To have true honour a name on earth that casts a sweet smell 8. How ye will rejoyce when Christ layeth down your head under his chinne betwixt his brests dryeth your face welcometh you to glory happyness 9. Imagine what pain torture is a guilty conscience What slavery to carry the Devils unhonest loads 10. Sins joyes are but night-dreames thoughts vapours imaginations and shadowes 11. What dignity it is to be a son of God 12. Dominion and mastery over tentations over the world and sin 13. That your enemies should be the taile and you the head For your bairns now at their rest I speak to you and your wife and cause her read this 1. I am a witness of Barbara's glory in heaven 2. For the rest I write it under my hand there are dayes coming on Scotland when barren wombs dry breasts and childless parents shall be pronounced blessed they are then in the lee of the harbour ere the storm come on 3. They are not lost to you that are laid up in Christs treasury in heaven 4. At the Resurrection ye shall meet with them there they are sent beâ—ore but not sent away 5. Your Lord loveth you who is homely to take and give borrow and lend 6. Let not bairns be your Idols for God will be jealouse and take away the Idol because he is greedy of your love wholly I bless you your wife and children Grace for evermore be with you Aberd. Your Loving Pastor S. R. To JOHN GORDON Of Cardoness elder 26 HOnourable dearest in the Lord. Your Letter hath refreshed my soul. My joy is fulfilled if Christ and ye be fast together ye are my joy my crown ye know I have recommended his love to you I defie the world Satan sin His love hath neither brim nor bottome in it My dearest in Christ I write my souls desire to you heaven is not at the next door I finde Christianity an hard task set to it in your evening we would all keep both Christ our right eye our right hand foot but it will not be with us I beseech you by the mercies of God and your compearance before Christ look Christs count book and your own together and collation them give the remnant of your time to your soul this great Idol-god the world will be lying in white ashes in the day of your compearance why should night-dreames and day-shaddowes water-froth May-flowers run away with your heart when we win to the water-side and black deaths river brinke and put our foot in the boat we shall laugh at our folly Sir I recommend you unto the thoughts of death and how ye would wish your soul to be when ye shall lie cold blew ill-smelling clay For any hireling to be intruded I being the Kings prisoner can not say much but as Gods minister I desire you to read Act. 2 15 16. to the end Act. 6. 2 3 4 5.
to hear from you I hear Christ hath been that Kind as to visit you with sickness to bring you to the door of the grave but ye found the door shut blessed be his glorious name while ye be riper for eternity He will have more service of you therefore he seeketh of you that hence forth ye be honest to your new husband the Son of God We have all Idol-love are wh 〈…〉 y inclined to love other things beside our Lord and therefore our Lord hunteth for our love moe wayes then one or two Oh that Christ had his own of us I know he will not want you that is a sweet wilfulness in his Love ye have as good cause oâ— the other part to be head strong peremptory in your love to Christ not to part or divide your love betwixt Him the world if it were more it is little enough yea too little for Christ. I am now every way in good terms with Christ he hath set a banished prisoner as a seal on his heart and as a bracelet on his arme that crabbed and black tree of the cross laugheth upon me now the alarming noise of the cross is worse then it self I love Christs glooms better then the world 's worm-eaten joyes Oh if all the Kingdom were as I am except these bonds my losse is gain my sadness joyfull my bonds liberty my tears comfortable This world is not worth a drink of cold water O but Christ's love casteth a great heat 〈◊〉 hell all the salt sea and the rivers of the earth cannot quench it I remember you to God ye have the prayers of a prisoner of Christ Grace grace be with you Aberd. March 9. 1637. Yours â—n his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To the Lady Caskiberry 31 MADAM GRace mercy peace be to you I long to hear how your La is I know not how to requite your La kindness but your love to the Saints Madam is Laid up in heaven I know it is for your welbeloved Christs sake that ye make his friends so dear to you concerne your self somuch in them I am in this house of my pilgrimage every way in good case Christ is most kind and loving to my soul it pleaseth him to feast with his unseen consolations a stranger and an exiled prisoner and I would not exchange my Lord Jesus with all the comfort out of heaven his yoke is easie and his burden light This is his truth I now suffer for for he hath sealed it â—ith his blessed presence I know Christ shall yet win the day and gaine the battell in Scotland Grace be with you Aberd. March 7. 1637. Yours in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To Mr. JAMES BRUCE Minister of the Gospel 32 Reverend welbeloved Brother GRace mercy and peace be to you Upon the nearest acquaintance that we are fathers children I thought good to write to you My case in my bonds for the honour of my royall Prince and King Jesus iâ— as good as becometh the witness of such a Soveraign King At my first coming hither I was in great heaviness wrestling vvith challenges being burdened in heart as I am yet for my silent Sabbaths and for a bereft people young ones new-borne plucked from the breasts the Childrens table drawn I thought I was a drie tree cast over the dike of the vine-yard but my secret conceptions of Christs love at his sweet long-desired return to my soul were found to be a lye of Christs love forged by the tempter and my own heart and I am perswaded that it was so Now there is greater peace and security within then before the court is raised and dismissed for it was not fenced in God's name I was far mistaken who should have summoned Christ for unkindness misted faith my sever conceived amiss of him novv novv he is pleased to feast a poor prisoner and to refresh me vvith joy unspeakable and glorious so as the holy Spirit is witness that my sufferings are for Christs truth and God forbid I should deny the testimony of the holy Spirit and make him a false witness Now I testify under my hand out of some small experience that Châ—ists cause even with the cross is better then the Kings crown that his reproaches are sweet his cross perfumed the walls of my prison fair large my losses gain I desire you my dear Brother help me to praise and remember me in your prayers to God Grace grace be with you Aberd. March 14. 1637. Yours in our Lord Iesus S. R. To the Lady Earlstoun 33 MISTRESS GRace mercy peace be to you I long to hear how your soul prospereth I exhort you to go on in your journey your day is short your afternoon-sun will soon goe down make an end of your accounts with your Lord for Death and Judgement are tides that bide no man salvation is supposed to be at the door and Christianity is thought an easie task but I finde it hard and the way strait and narrow were it not but my guide is content to wait on me and to care for a tired traveller Hurt not your conscience with any known sin let your children be as so many flowers borrowed from God if the flowers die or wither thank God for a summers-loan of them keep good neighbourhood to borrow lend with him Set your heart upon heaven and trouble not your spirit with this clay-Idol of the world which is but vanity and hath but the lustre of the Rain-bow in the air which cometh and goeth with a flying March-shower Clay is the Idol of bastards not the inheritance of the children My Lord hath been pleased to make many unknown faces laugh upon me and hath made me well content of a borrowed fire-side and a borrowed bed I am feasted with the joyes of the holy Ghost my royal King beareth my charges honourably I love the smell of Christ's sweet breath better then the worlds gold I would I had help to praise him The great Messenger of the Covenant the Son of God establish you on your rock keep you to the day of his coming Aberd. March 7. 1637. Yours in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To CARLETOUN 34 Worthy much honoured GRace mercy peace be to you I received your letter from my Brother to the which I now answer particularly I confess two things of my self 1. Woe woe is me that men should think there is any thing in me He is my witness before whom I am as crystall that the secret housâ—-devils that bear me too oft company that this sink of corruption which I finde within maketh me goe with low sailes if otherâ— saw what I see they would look by me but not to me 2. I know this shower of his free grace behooved to be on me otherwayes I would have withered I know also I have need of a buffeting tempter that grace may be
to set it right ere the string be drawn but when once it is shot in the air the flight begun then ye have no power at all to command it It were a blessed thing if your love could now levell onely at Christ that his fair face were the black of the marke ye shot at For when your love is loosed and out of your grips in its motion to fetch home anâ— Idol hath taken a whorish gading-journey to seek an unknown strange lover ye shall not then have power to call home the arrow or to be master of your love ye shall hardly give Christ what ye scarcely have your self I speak not this as if youth it self could fetch heaven Christ. Beleeve it my Lo It is hardly credible what a nest of dangerous tentations youth iâ— how inconsiderat foolish proud vain heady rash profane careless of God this piece of your life is so that the devil findeth in that age a garnished swept house for himself seven devils worse then himself for then affections are on horse-back lofty stirring then the old man hath blood lust much will little wit and hands feet wanton eyes profane ears as his servants as a Kings officers at command to come goe at his will Then a green conscience is as souple as the twig of a young tree it is for every way every religion every lewd course prevaileth with it And therefore O what a sweet couple what a glorious yoke are youth and Grace Christ a young-man This is a meeting not to be found in every town None who have been at Christ can bring back to your Lo a report answerable to his worth for Christ cannot be spoken of or commended according to his worth Come see is the most faithfull messenger to speak of him little perswasion would prevail where this were 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 truâ— 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 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 joyfull 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 doe for Christ and make a treasure of good works and begin in time by appearance ye have the advantage of the brae see what ye can doe for Christ against these who are waiting while Christ's Tabernacle fall that they may run away with the boards thereof and build their nests on Zion's ruines They are blinde who see not lowns now pulling up the stakes and breaking the cords renting the curtains of Christ's some times beautifull tent in this land Antichrist is lifting that tent up upon his shoulders and going away with it when Christ the Gospel are out of Scotland dream not that your houses shall thrive that it shall goe well with the Nobles of the land As the Lord liveth the streams of your waters shall become pitch and the dust of your land brimstone and your land shall become burning pitch and the Owl and the Raven shall dwell in your houses and where your table stood there shall grow briers nettles Isa. 34 9 11. The Lord gave Christ and his Gospel as a pawne to Scotland the watchmen have fallen foul lost their part of the pawne who seeth not that God hath dryed up their right eye their right arme hath broken the shepherds staves men are treading in their hearts upon such unsavoury salt that is good for nothing else If ye the Nobles put away the pawne also refuse to plead the controversie of Sion with the professed enemies of Jesus ye have done with it Oh where is the courage zeal now of the ancient Nobles of this land who with their swords hazard of life honour houses brought Christ to our hands And now the Nobles cannot be but guilty of shouldering out Christ murthering of the souls of the posterity if they shall hide themselves lurk in the lee-side of the hill till the wind blow down the temple of God It goeth now under the name of wisdom for men to cast their cloak over Christ their profession as if Christ were stolen goods durst not be avouched though this be reputed a piâ—ce of policy yet God estemeeth such men to be but State-fool Court-gooks what ever they or other Heads of wit like to them think of themselves since their damnable silence is the ruine of Christs Kingdom Oh but it be true honour glory to be the fast friends of the bridegroom to own Christ's bleeding head his forsaken cause to contend legally in the wisdom of God for our sweet Lord Jesus his Kingly crown But I will beleeve your Lo will take Christs honour to heart be a man in the streets as the
Christ breaketh all my idols in pieces it hath put a new edge upon my blunted love to Christ I see he is Jealouse of my love will have all to himself In a word these six things are my burden 1. I am not in the vineyard as others are it may be because Christ thinketh me a withered tree not worthy it's room but God forbid 2. Woe woe woe is coming upon my harlot-mother this Apostat-kirk the time is coming when we shall wish for doves wings to flee and hide us Oh for the desolation of this land 3. I see my dear master Christ going his alone as it were mourning in sackeloth his fainting friends fear that King Jesus shall lose the field but he must carry the day 4. My guiltiness and the sins of my youth are come up against me and they would come in the plea in my sufferings as deserving causes in God's justice but I pray God for Christ's sake he never give them that room woe 's me that I cannot get my Royall dreadfull mighty glorious Prince of the Kings of the earth set on high Sir ye may help me pity me in this and bow your knee blesse his name desire others to doe it that he hath been pleased in my sufferings to make Atheists Papists enemies about me say It is like God is with this prisoner Let hell the powers of hell I care not be let loose against me to doe their worst so being Christ my Father his Father be magnified in my sufferings 6. Christ's love hath pained me for howbeit his presence hath shamed me and drowned me in debt yet he often goeth away when my love to him is burning he seemeth to look like a proud wooer who will not look upon a poor match who is dying of love I will not say he is lordly but I know he is wise in hiding himself from a childe a fool who maketh an idol a God of one of Christ's kisses which is Idolatry I fear I adore his comforts more then himself and that I love the apples of life better then the tree of life Sir write to me Commend me to your wife mercy be her portion Grace be with you Aberd. 1637 Yours in his dearest Lord Iesus S. R. To JOHN STUART Provest of Ayr. 53 Worthy and dearly beloved in our Lord. GRace mercy peace be to you I was refreshed comforted with your letter what I wrote to you for your comfort I doe not remember but I beleeve love will prophesie home-ward as it would have it I wish I could help you to praise his great and holy name who keepeth the feet of his saints hath numbred all your goings I know our dearest Lord will pardon passe by our honest errours mistakes when we minde his honour yet I know none of you have seen the other half the hidden side of your wonderfull return home to us again I am confident ye shall yet say that God's mercy blew your sailes back to Ireland again Worthy dear Sir I cannot but give you an account of my present state that ye may goe an errand for me to my high royall master of whom I boast all the day I am as proud of his love nay I blesse my self boast more of my present lot as any poor man can be of an earthly Kings court or of a Kingdom First I am very often turning both the sides of my cross especially my dumb silent Sabbaths not because I desire to finde a crook or defect in my Lord's love but because love is sick with phansies fears whether or not the Lord hath a processe leading against my guiltiness that I have not yet well seen I know not my desire is to ride fair not to spark dirt if with reverence of him I may be permitted to make use of such a word in the face of my onely onely welbeloved but fear of guiltness iâ— a tale-bearer betwixt me Christ is still whispering ill tales of my Lord to weaken my faith I had rather a cloud went over my comforts by these messages then that my faith should be hurt for if my Lord get no wrong by me verily I desire grace not to care what become of me I desire to give no faith nor credit to my sorrow that can make a lye of my best friend Christ. Woe woe be to them all who speak ill of Christ. Hence these thoughts awake with me in the morning goe to bed with me Oh what service can a dumb body doe in Christ's house Oh I think the word of God is imprisoned also Oh I am a dry tree Alas I can neither plant nor water Oh if my Lord would make but dung of me to fatten and make fertile his own corn-ridges in mount Sion Oh if I might but speak to three or four herd-boyes of my worthy master I would be satisfied to be the meanest and most obscure of all the Pastors in this land to live in any place in any of Christ's basest out-housâ—s but he saith Sirra I â—ill not send you I have no errands for you there away My desire to serve him is sick of jealousie lest he be unwilling to employ me Secondly this is seconded with another Oh all that I have done in Anwoth the fair work that my Master began there is like a bird dying in the shell what will I then have to show of all my labour in the day of my compearance before him when the Master of the vineyard calleth the labourers giveth them their hire Thirdly but truly when Christ's sweet wind is in the right airth I repent I pray Christ to take law-borrows of my quarrelous unbeleeving sadness sorrow Lord rebuke them that put ill betwixt a poor servant like me his good master then I say whether the black cross will or not I must climb hands feet up to my Lord. I am now ruing from my heart that I pleasure the law my old dead husband so far as to apprehend wrath in my sweet Lord Jesus I had far rather take an hire to plead for the grace of God for I think my self Christ's sworn debter the truth is to speak of my Lord what I cannot deny I am over head ears drowned in many obligations to his love mercy he handleth me sometimes so that I am ashamed almost to seek more for a four-hours but to live content till the marriage-supper of the Lamb with that which he giveth but I know not how greedy how ill to please love is for either my Lord Jesus hath taught me ill manners not to be content of a seat except my head lie in his bosom except I be fed with the fattest of his house or else I am grown impatiently dainty ill to please as if Christ were obliged under this cross to doe no other thing but bear me in his armes
hath my heart for evermore but alas it is over little for him O if it were better more worthy for his sake O if I might meet with him face to face in this side of eternity might have leave to plead with him that I am so hungred famished here with the niggardly portion of his love that he giveth me O that I might be carver steward my selâ— at mine own will of Christ's love if I may lawfully wish this then would I enlarge my vessel alas a narrow ebbe soul take in a sea of i love My hunger for it is hungry lean in beleeving that ever I shall be satisfied with that love so fain would I have what I know I cannot hold O Lord Jesus delightest thou delightest thou to pine torment poor souls with the want of thy incomparable loved O if I durst call thy dispensation cruell I know thou thy self aâ—t mercy without either brim or bottom I know thoâ— art a God bankfull of mercy love but Oh alas little of it cometh my way I die to look a far off to that love because I can get but little of it But hope saith this providence shall ere long look more favourably upon poor bodies me also Grace be with your La Spirit Aberd. Sept. 10. 1637. Yours La in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To Mr JAMES HAMILTON 71 Reverend dear Brother PEace be to you from God our father and from our Lord Jesus I am laid low when I remember what I am and that my out-side casteth such a lustre when I finde so little within It is a wonder that Christ's glory is not defiled in running through such an unclean impure channel But I see Christ will be Christ in the dreg and refuse of men his art his shining wisdom his beauty speaketh loudest in blackness weakness deadness yea in nothing I see nothing no money no worth no good no life no deserving is the ground that omnipotency delighteth to draw glory out of O how sweet is the inner side of the walls of Christ's house and a room beside himself my distance from him maketh me sad O that we were in others arms O that the middle things betwixt us were removed I finde it a difficult matter to keep all stots with Christ when he laugheth I scarce beleeve it I would so fain have it true But I am like a low man looking up to a high mountain whom weariness and fainting overcometh I would climb up but I finde that I doe not advance in my journey as I would wish Yet I trust he shall take me home against night I marvel not that Antichrist in his slaves is so busie but our crowned King seeth and beholdeth and will arise for Zion's safety I am exceedingly distracted with letters and company that vilite me what I can doe or time will permit I shall not omit Excuse my brevity for I am straitned Remember the Lord's prisoner I desire to be mindfull of you Grace grace be with you Aberd. Sept. 7. 1637. Yours in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To Mr GEORGE DUMBAR 72 Reverend Dearly beloved in the Lord. GRace mercy peace be to you Because your words have strengthened many I was silent expecting some lines from you in my bonds this is the cause why I wrote not to you but now I am forced to break off and speak I never beleeved till now that there was so much to be found in Christ in this side of death and of heaven O the ravishments of heavenly joy that may be had here in the small gleanings of comforts that fall from Christ what fools are we who know not and consider not the weight and the telling that is in the very earnest-penny the first fruits of our hoped for harvest How sweet how sweet is our infeftment O what then must personal possession be I finde that my Lord Jesus hath not miscooked or spilt this sweet cross he hath an eye on the fire and the melting gold to separate the mettall and the dross O how much time would it take me to read my obligations to Jesus my Lord who will neither have the faith of his own to be burnt to ashes nor yet will have a poor beleever in the fire to be half raw like Ephraim's unturned cakeâ— this is the wisdom of him who hath his fiâ—elâ— Zion and his furâ—ace in Jerusaâ—em I need not either bud or flatter temptations crâ—sses nor strive to buy the Devil or this malicious world by or râ—deem their kindness with half a han-breadth of truth He who is surâ—ty for his servant for good doeth power fully over-rule all that I sâ—e my prison hath neither lock nor door I am free in my bonds and my chains are made of rotten straw they shall not bide one pull of faith I am sure they are in hell who would exchange their torments with our crosses suppose they should nevâ—r be delivered give twenty thousand years torment to boot to be in our bonds for ever therefore we wrong Christ who siâ—…h fear doubt despond in them Our suffâ—â—ings are washen in Christ's blood as well as our souls for Christ's merits bought a blessing to the crosses of the sons of God and Jesus hath a back-bond of all our temptations that the free warders shall come out by law and justice in respect of the infinite and great summe that the Redeemer paid Our troubles ow us a free passage through them devils and men and crosses are our debters and death and all storms are our debters to blow our poor tossed bark over the water fraught-frâ—e to set the travellers in their own known ground Therefore we shall die yet live we are over the water some way already we are married our tocher-good is payed we are already more then conquerours If the devil and the world knew how the court with our Lord shall goe I am sure they would hire death to take us off their hand our sufferings are the onely wâ—ack ruine of the black Kingdom and yet a little the Antichrist must play himself with the bones slain bodies of the Lamb's followers but withall we stand with the hundred fourty four thousand who are with the Lamb upon the top of â—ount Sion Antichrist his followers are down in the valley ground we have the advantage of the hill our temptation are alwayes beneath our waters are beneath our breath as dying and behold we live I never heard before of a living death or a quick death but ours our death iâ— not like the common death Christ's skill his handy work a new cast of Christ's admirable art may be seen in our quick death I bless the Lord that all our troubles come through Christ's singers that he casteth sugar among them and casteth in some ounce weights of heaven and of the spirit of glory that resteth on suffering beleevers in
am but withered dry bones But since ye desire me to write to you either help me to set Christ on high for his running-over love in that the heat of his sweet breath hath melted a frozen heart else I think ye doe nothing for a prisoner I am fully confirmed that it is the honour of our Law-giver I suffer for now I am not ashamed to give out letters of recommendation of Christ's love to as many as will extoll the Lord Jesus his cross If I had not sailed this sea-way to heaven but had taken the land-way as many doe I should not have known Christ's sweetness in such a measure But the truth is let no man thank me for I caused not Christ's wind to blow upon me His love came upon a withered creature whether I would or not yet by coming it procured from me a welcome A heart of iron iron doors will not hold Christ out I give him leave to break iron locks come in that is al now I know not whether pain of love for want of possâ—ssion or sorrow that I dow not thank him paineth me most but both work upon me For the First O that he would come satisfie the longing soul fill the hungry soul with these good things I know indeed my guiltiness may be a bar in his way but he is God ready to forgive And for the other woe woe is me that I cannot finde a heart to give back again my unworthy little love for his great sea-full of love to me O that he would learn me this piece of gratitude O that I could have leave to look in thorow the hole of the door to see his face sing his praises or could break up one of his chamber windows to look in upon his delighting beauty till my Lord send more any little communion with him one of his love-looks should be my begun heaven I know he is not Lordly neither is the bridegroom's love proud though I be black unlovely unworthy of him I would seek but leave withall grace to spend my love upon him I counsel you to think highly of Christ of free free grace more then ye did before for I know that Christ is not known amongst us I think I see more of Christ then ever I saw yet I see but little of what may be seen O that he would draw by the curtains that the King would come out of his gallerie his palace that I might see him Christ's love is young glory young heaven It would soften hell's pains to be filled with it What would I refuse to suffer if I could but get a draught of love at my hearts desire O what price can be given for him Angels cannot weigh him O his weight his worth his sweetness his overpassing beauty If men Angels would come look to that great Princely one their ebbeness would never take up his depth their narrowness would never comprehend his breadth height length If ten thousand thousand worlds of Angels were created they might all tire themselves in wondering at his beauty begin again to wonder of new O that I could win nigh him to kiss his feet to hear his voice to finde the smell of his ointments But Oh alas I have little little of him yet I long for more Remember my bonds help me with your prayers for I would not niffer or exchange my sad hours with the joy of my velvet-adversaries Grace be with you Aberd. June 10. 1637. Yours in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To Mr JAMES FLEMING 138 Reverend welbeloved in our Lord. GRace mercy peace be to you I received your letter which hath refreshed me in my bonds I cannot but testifie unto you my dear Brother what sweetness I finde in our Master's cross but alas what can I either doe or suffer for him If I my alone had as many lives as there have been drops of rain since the creation I would think them too little for that lovely one our welbeloved but my pain and my sorrow is above my sufferings that I finde not wayes how to set out the praises of his love to others I am not able by tongue pen or sufferings to provoke many to fall in love with him but he knoweth whom I love to serve in the spirit what I would doe suffer by his own strength sobeing I might make my Lord Jesus lovely sweet to many thousands in this land I think it amongst God's wonders that he will take any praise or glory or any testimony to his honourable cause from such a forlorn sinner as I am But when Christ worketh he needeth not ask the question by whom he will be glorious I know seeing his glory at the beginning did shine out of poor nothing to set up such a fair house for man Angels so many glorious creatures to proclaim his goodness power wisdom if I were burnt to ashes out of the smoke and powder of my dissolved body he could raise glory to himself His glory is his end Oh that I could joyn with him to make it my end I would think that fellowship with him sweet glorious But alas few know the guiltiness that is on my part it is a wonder that this good cause hath not been marred and spilt in my foul hands But I rejoyce in this that my sweet Lord Jesus hath found something adoe even a ready market for his free grace and incomparable and matchless mercy in my wants Onely my loathsom wretchedness and my wants have qualified me for Christ and the riches of his glorious grace he behooved to take me for nothing or else to want me Few know the unseen private reckonings betwixt Christ and me yet his love his boundless love would not bide away nor stay at home with himself yet I dow not make it welcome as I ought when it 's come unsent for and without hire How joyfull is my heart that ye write ye are desirous to joyn with me in praising for it is charity to help a Dyvour to pay his debts but when all have helped me my name shall stand in his count-book under ten thousand thousands of summes unpayed But it easeth my heart that â—is dear servants will but speak of my debts to such a sweet creditour I desire he may lay me in his own ballance weigh me if I would not fain have a feast of his boundless love made to my own soul and to many others One thing I know we shall not all be able to come neer his excellency with eye heart or tongue for he is above all created thoughts All nations before him are as nothing as less then nothing he â—itteth in the circuit of heaven and the inhabitants of the earth are as grashoppers before him O that men would praise him Ye complain of your private case Alas I am not the
The supper will be great chear that is up in the great hall with the royal King of glory when the four-hours the standing drink in this driery wilderness is so sweet When he bloweth a kiss a far off to his poor heart broken mourners in Zion and sendeth me but his hearty commendations till we meet I am confounded with wonder to think what it shall be when the fairest among the sons of men shall lay a King 's sweet soft cheek to the sinfull cheeks of poor sinners O time time goe swiftly hasten that day Sweet Lord Jesus post come flying like a young Hart or a Roe upon the mountains of separation I think we should tell the hours carefully look often how low the sun is For love hath no ho it is pained pained in it self till it come in grips with the party beloved 2. I finde Christ's absence love's sickness love's death The wind that bloweth out of the airth where my Lord Jesus reigneth is sweet-smelled soft joyfull heartsom to a soul burnt with absence It is a painfull battel for a soul sick of love to fight with absence delayes Christ's not yet is a stounding of all the joynts liths of the soul a nod of his head when he is under a mask would be half a pawne to say fool what aileth thee He is coming would be life to a dead man I am often in my dumb sabbaths seeking a new plea with my Lord Jesus God forgive me I care not if there be not two or three ounce weight of black wrath in my cup. For the 3 Thing I have seen my abominable vileness If I were well known there would none in this Kingdom ask how I doe Men take my ten to be an hundred but I am a deeper hypocrite shallower professour then every one beleeveth God knoweth I feigne not But I think my reckonings on the one page written in great letters his mercy to such a forlorn wretched Dyvour on the other more then a miracle If I could get my finger ends upon a full assurance I trow I should grip fast But my cup wanteth not gall upon my part despair might be almost excused if every one in this land saw my inner side But I know I am one of them who have made great sale a free market to free grace If I could be saved as I would fain beleeve sure I am I have given Christ's blood his free grace the bowels of his mercy a large field to work upon Christ hath manifested his art I dare not say to the uttermost for he can if he would forgive all the Devils damned reprobates in respect of the wideness of his mercy I say to an admirable degree 4. I am striken with fear of unthankfulness This Apostate Kirk hath played the harlot with many lovers they are spitting in the face of my lovely King and mocking him and I dow not mend it they are running away from Christ in troops and I dow not mourn be grieved for it I think Christ lieth like an old forecasten castle forsaken of the inhabitants all men run away now from him Truth innocent Truth goeth mourning wringing her hands in sackcloth ashes Woe woe woe is me for the virgin-daughter of Scotland Woe woe to the inhabitants of this land for they are gone back with a perpetual backsliding These things take me so up that a borrowed bed another man's fire-side the wind upon my face I being driven from my lovers dear acquaintance my poor flock finde no room in my sorrow I have no spare of odde sorrow for these Onely I think the sparrows and swallows that build their nests in the Kirk of Anwoth blessed birds Nothing hath given my faith a harder back-set till it crack again then my closed mouth But let me be miserable my self alone God keep my dear brethren from it But still I keep breath when my royal and never never-enough praised King returneth to his sinfull prisoner I ride upon the high places of Iacob I divide Shechem I triumph in his strength If this Kingdom would glorifie the Lord in my behalf I desire to be weighed in God's even ballance in this point if I think not my wages payed to the full I shall crave no more hire of Christ. Madam pity me in this help me to praise him For what ever I be the chief of sinners a devil a most guilty devil yet it is the apple of Christ's eye his honour glory as the head of the church that I suffer for now that I will goe to eternity with I am greatly in love with Mr M. M. I see him stamped with the image of God I hope well of your son my Lord Boyd Your La and your children have a prisoner's prayers Grace grace be with you Aberd. May. 1. 1637. Your La at all obedience in Christ S. R. To Mr THOMAS GARVEN 188. Dear Brother GRace mercy peace be to you I rejoyce that ye cannot be quite of Christ if I may speak so but he must he will have you Betake your self to Christ my dear Brother It is a great business to make quite of superfluities of these things which Christ cannot dwell with I am content with my own cross that Christ hath made mine by an eternal lot because it is Christ's mine together I marvel not that winter is without heaven for there is no winter within it All the saints therefore have their own measure of winter before their eternal summer Oh for the long day the high sun the fair garden the King 's great citie up above these visible heavens What God layeth on let us suffer For some have one cross some seven some ten some half a cross yet all the saints have whole full ioy seven crosses have seven ioyes Christ is cumbred with me to speak so my cross but he falleth not off me we are not at variance I finde the very glooms of Christ's wooing a soul sweet lovely I had rather have Christ's buffet and love-stroke then another King's kiss Speak evil of Christ who will I hope to die with love-thoughts of him Oh that there are so few tongues in heaven and earth to extoll him I wish his praises goe not down amongst us Let not Christ be low lightly esteemed in the midst of us but let all hearts all tongues cast in their portion contribute something to make him great in mount Zion Thus recommending you to his grace remembring my love to your wife mother your kinde brother R. entreating you to remember my bonds I rest Aberd. Sept. 8. 1637. Yours in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To the Laird of MONCRIEFE 189 Much honoured Sir GRace mercy peace be to you Although not acquaint yet at the desire of your worthy sister the Lady Ley's upon the report of your kindness
hath an use for them aswell as for your service howbeit ye are to loath your self for these I hope ye fetch all the heaven ye have here in this life from that which is up above and that your anchor is casten as high and deep as Christ O but it 's far many a mile to his bottom If I had known long since as I doe now though still alas I am ignorant what was in Christ I would not have been so late in starting to the gate to seek him O what can I doe or say to him who hath made the North render me back again A grave is no sure prison to him for the keeping of dry bones Woe 's me that my foolish sorrow and unbelief being on horse-back did ride so produly witlesly over my Lord's Providence but when my Faith was asleep Christ was awake now when I am awake I say he did all things well O infinite wisdom O incomparable loving kindness Alas that the heart I have is so little worthless for such a Lord as Christ is O what oddes finde the saints in hard trials when they feel sap at their roots betwixt them and sun-burnt withered professors crosses and storms cause them to cast their blooms and leaves poor worldlings what will ye doe when the span-length of your forenoon's laughter is ended and when the weeping side of Providence is turned to you I put up all the favours ye have bestowed on my Brother upon Christ's score in whose book are many such counts who will requite them I wish you to be builded more and more upon the stone laid in Zion then ye shall be the more fit to have a hand in rebuilding our Lord 's fallen tabernacle in this land in which ye shall finde great peace when ye come to grips with Death the King of terrouis The God of peace be with your La and keep you blameless till the day of our Lord Jesus St Andrews Your La at all obedience in his sweet Lord Master S. R. To his very dear friend JOHN FENNICK 33 Much honoured dear friend GRace mercy peace be to you The necessary impediments of my calling have hitherto kept me from making a return to your letter the heads whereof I shall now briefly answer As. 1. I approve your going to the fountain when your own Cisterne is dry A difference there must be betwixt Christ's well your borrowed water why but ye have need of emptiness drving up aswell as ve have need of the well want a hole there must be in our vessel to leave room to Christ's art his well hath it's own need of thirsty drinkers to commend infinite love which from eternity did brew such a cellar of living waters for us Ye commend his free love it 's well done Oh if I could help you if I could be master-conveener to gather an earth-full an heaven-full of tongues dipped and steeped in my Lord 's well of love or his wine of love even tongues drunken with his love to raise a song of praises to him betwixt the East West-end furthest points of the broad heavens If I were in your case as alas my dry dead heart is not now in that garden I would borrow leave to come stand upon the banks coasts of that sea of love be a feasted soul to see Love's fair tide free Love's high and lofty waves each of them higher then ten earths flowing in upon pieces of lost clay O welcome welcome great sea O if I had as much love for wideness and breadth as twenty outmost shells and spheres of the heaven of heavens that I might receive in a little flood of his free love Come come dear Friend be pained that the King's wine-cellar of free love his banquetting house O so wide so stately O so God-like so glory-like should be so abundant so overflowing your shallow vessel so little to take in some part of that love but since it cannot come in you for want of room enter your self in this sea of love breath under these waters die of love live as one dead drowned of this Love But why doe ye complain of waters going over your soul that the smoke of the terrors of a wrathfull Lord doeth almost suffocate you bring you to death's brink I know the fault is in your eyes not in him it s not the rock that fleeth moveth but the green sailer if your sense apprehension be made judge of his love there is a graven image made presently even a changed God a foe-God who was once when ye washed your steps with butter the rock poured you out rivers of oyl Iob. 29. 6. a friend-God either now or never let God work ye had never since ye was a man such a fair field for faith for a painted hell an apprehension of wrath in your father is faith's opportunity to try what strength is in it now give God as large a measure of charity as ye have of sorrow now see faith to be faith indeed if ye can make your grave betwixt Christ's feet say Though he should flay me I will trust in him his beleeved love shall be my winding-sheet all my grave-cloaths I shall roll sowe in my soul my slain soul in that web his sweet free love let him write upon my grave Here lieth a beleeving dead man breathing out and making an hole in death's broad side the breath of faith cometh forth through the hole See now if ye can overcome prevail with God wrestle God's tempting to death quit out of breath as that renowned wrestler did Hos 12. 3. And by his strength he had power with God v. 4. Yea he had power over the Angel prevailed He is a strong man indeed who overmatcheth heaven's strength and the holy One of Israel the strong Lord which is done by a secret supply of divine strength within wherewith the weakest being strengthned overcome and conquer It shall be great victory to blow out the flame of that furnace yeare now in with the breath of faith when hell men malice cruelty falshood Devils the seeming glooms of a sweet Lord meet you in the teeth if ye then as a captive of Hope as one fettered in Hope's prison run to your strong hold even from God glooming to God glooming beleeve the salvation of the Lord in the dark which is your onely victory your enemies are but pieces of malitious clay they shall die as men be confounded But that your troubles are many at once arrows come in from all airths from countrey friends wife children foes estate right down from God who is the hope stay of your soul I confess is more very heavy to be born yet all these are not more then Grace all these bits of coals casten in your sea of
glory far above the air breathings of mouths the thin short poor applauses of men before you in God All the creatures all the swords all the hosts in Britain and in this poor glob of the habitable world are but under him single ciphers making no number the product being nothing but painted men painted swords in a brod without influence from him And O what of God is in Gideon's sword when it is the sword of the Lord I wish a sword from heaven to you orders from heaven to you to goe out as much peremptorinesse of a heavenly will as to say abide by it I will not I shall not goe out except thou goe with me I desire not to be rash in judging but I am a stranger to the minde of Christ If our Adversaries who have unjustly invaded us be not now in the camp of these that make war with the Lamb but the lamb shall overcome them at length for he is the Lord of Lords and King of Kings they who are with him are called chosen faithfull though ye I see but the dark side of God's dispensations this day towards Britain yet the fair beautifull desireable close of it must be the confederacie of the nations of the world with Britain's Lord of Armies let me die in the coÌ„forts of the faith of â—â—i that a throne shall be set up for Christ in this Island of great Britain which is shall be a garden more fruitfull of trees of righteousness payeth shall pay moe thousands to the Lord of the vineyard then is paid in thrice the bounds of great Britain upon the earth And then there can be neither Papist Prelate Cavalâ—er Malignant nor Sectarie who dare draw a sword against him that sitteth upon the throne Sir I shall wish a clean Army so far as may be that the shout of a King who hath many crowns may be among you that ye may fight in faith and prevail with God first Think it your glory to have a sword to act suffer and die if it please him so being ye may adde any thing to the declarative glory of Christ the plant of renown Immanuel God with us Happy thrice blessed are they by whose actings or blood or pain or loss the diadems rubies of his highest glorious crown whose ye are shall gliâ—ter and shine in this quarter of the habitable world Though he need not Gilbert Ker nor his sword yet this honour have ye with his redeemed souldiers to call Christ High Lord General of whom ye hope for pay and all areers well told Goe on worthy Sir in the courage of faith following the Lamb make not haste unbeleevingly but in hope silence keep the watch tower look out he will come in his own time his salvation shall not tarry he shall place salvation in Britain's Zion for Israel his glory His good will who dwelt in the bush it burnt not be yours with you I am St Andrews August 10. 1650. Yours in his sweet Lord Iesus S R. To the worthy much honoured Collonel G. KER 58 Much honoured worthy Sir WHat I wrote to you before I spake not upon any private warrant I am where I was Cromwell and his I shall not say but there may be are severall sober godly amongst them who have either joyned through misinformation or have gone alongst with the rest in the simplicitie of their hearts not knowing any thing fight in an unjust cause against the Lord's secret ones now to the trampling of the worship of God persecuting the people of God in England Ireland he hath brought upon his score the blood of the people of God in Scotland I intreat you Dear Sir as ye desire to be serviceable to Jesus Christ whose free grace prevented you when ye were his enemy goe on without fainting equally eschewing all mixture with Sectaries Malignants neither of the two shall ever be instrumentall to save the Lords people or build his house And without prophesying or speaking further then he whose I am whom I desire to serve in the Gospel of his son shall warrant I desire to hope doe beleeve there is a glory a majesty of the Prince of the Kings of the earth that shall shine appear in great Britain which shall Darken all the glory of men confound Sectaries Malignants rejoyce the spirits of the followers of the Lamb dazle the eyes of beholders Sir I suppose that God is to gather Malignants Sectaries ere all be done as sheaves in a barn-floor to bid the Daughter of Zion arise thresh I hope ye will mix with none of them I am aboundantly satisfied that our Armie through the sinfull miscarriage of men hath fallen dare say it is a better a more comfortable dispensation then if the Lord had given us the victory and the necks of the reproachers of the way of God because he hath done it For. 1. More blood blasphemies cruelty treachery must be upon the accounts of the men whose land the Lord forbade us to invade 2. Victory is such a burdening weighty mercy that we have not strength to bear it as yet 3. That was not the Army nor Gideon's three hinderth by whom he is to save us We must have one of the Lord's carving 4. Our enimies on both sides are not enough hardned nor we enough mortified to multitude valour Creatures Grace grace be with you St Andrews Sept. 5. 1650. Your friend servant in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To the worthy much honoured Collonel G. KER 59 Much honoured worthy Sir IT is considerable that the Lord may often doeth call to a work yet hide himself try the faith of his own If I conceive aright the Lord hath called you to act against that enemy the withdrawers of their sword in my weak apprehension adde their seale unto take upon them the guilt of that unjust invasion of this Land made by Cromwel's Army of the blood of the Lord's people in this Kingdom since the sword put into the hand of his Children is to execute wrath vengeance upon evil doers the Lord's time of appearing for his broken Land is reserved to the breathings of the Spirit of the Lord such as came upon Gideon Sampson that is an Act of princely royal soveraignity in God Ye are Sir to lay hold on opportunities of providence to wait for him As for your parcular treating by your selves with the invaders of our land I have no minde to it doe look upon their way as a carriyng on of the mystery of iniquity for Babylon is a seat of many names Sir let this controversie stand undecided till the second appearance of Jesus Christ our Appeal lye before the throne undiscussed till that day I hope to lie down in
can be known yet all this time I am teÌ„pting him to see if there be both love anger in him against me I am plucked from his flock dear to me from feeding his lambs I goe therefore in sackcloth as one who hath lost the wife of his youth Grief sorrow are suspicious spue out against him the smoke of jealousies I say often Shew me wherefore thou contendest with me Tell me Lord read the process against me but I know I cannot answer his alleagance I will lose the cause when it cometh to open pleading Oh if I could force my heart to beleeve dreams to be dreams Yet when Christ giveth my fears the lye saith to me thou art a lyar then I am glad I resolve to hope to be quiet to lie on the brink upon my side till the water fall the foord be ridable howbeit there be pain upon me in longing for deliverance that I may speak of him in the great congregation yet I think there is joy in that pain on waiting I even rejoyce that he putteth me off for a time shifteth me Oh if I could waite on for all eternity howbeit I should never get my soul's desire sobeing he were glorified I would wish my pain my ministery could live long to serve him for I know I am a clay vessel made for his use O if my very broken sheards could serve to glorifie him I desire Christ's grace to be willingly content that my hell excepting his hatred displeasure which I put out of all play for submission to this is not called for were a preaching of his glory to men and Angels for ever ever When all is done what can I adde to him or what can such a clay-shadow as I doe I know he needeth not me I have cause to be grieved and to melt away in tears if I had grace to doe it Lord grant it to me to see my welbeloved's fair face spitted upon by dogs to see lowns pulling the crown off my royall King's head to see my harlot-mother my sweet father agree so ill that they are going to skail and give up house My Lord's palace is now a nest of unclean birds Oh if harlot harlot Scotland would rue upon her provoked Lord pity her good husband who is broken with her whorish heart But these things are hid from her eyes I have heard of late of your new trial by the Bishop of Galloway Fear not clay worm's meat Let Truth Christ get no wrong in your hand it is your gain if Christ be glorified your glory to be Christ's witness I perswade you your sufferings are Christ's advantage victory for he is pleased to reckon them so Let me hear from you Christ is but winning a clean Kirk out of the fire He will win this play He will not be in your common for any charges ye are at in his service He is not poor to sit in your debt He will repay an hundred fold more it may be even in this life The prayers blessing of Christ's prisoner be with you Aberd. 1637. Your Brother in his sweet Lord. Iesus S. R. To his Reverend loving Brother Mr JOHN NEVAY 123 Reverend Dear Brother GRace mercy peace be unto you I received yours oâ—â— Aprile 11. As I did another of March 25. and a letter for Mr Andrew Cant. I am not a little grieved that our mother-church is running so quickly to the brothel-house that we are hiring lovers giving gift to the great mother of fornications Alas that our husband is like to quite us so shortly It were my part if I were able when our husband is departing to stir up myself to take hold of him keep him in this land for I know him to be a sweet second a lovely companion to a poor prisoner I finde my extremity hath sharpned the edge of his love Kindness so as he seemeth to devise new wayes of expressing the sweetness of his love to my soul Suffering for Christ is the very element wherein Christ's love liveth exerciseth it self in casting out flames of fire sparks of heat to warm such a frozen heart as I have And if Christ weeping in sackeloth be so sweet I cannot finde any imaginable thoughts to think what he will be when we clay-bodies having put off mortality shall come up to the marriage-hall great Palace behold the King clothed in his robes royall sitting on his throne I would desire no more for my heaven beneath the moon while I am sighing in this house of clay but daily renewed feasts of love with Christ liberty now then to feed my hunger with a kiss of that fairest face that is like the sun in his strength at noon-day I would willingly subscribe an ample resignation to Christ of the fourteen Prelacies of this land of all the most delightfull pleasures on earth forfeit my part of this clay-God this earth which Adam's foolish children worship to have no other exercise but to lie in a love-bed with Christ fill this hungred famished soul with kissing embracing reall enjoying of the Son of God And I think then I might write to my friends That I had found the golden world look out laugh at the poor bodies who are slaying one another for feathers For verily Brother since I came to his prison I have conceived a new extraordinary opinion of Christ which I had not before for I perceive we frist all our joyes to Christ till he we be in our own house above as married parties thinking that there is nothing of it here to be sought or found but onely hope fair promises that Christ will give us nothing here but tears sadness crosses that we shall never feel the smell of the flowers of that high garden of Paradise above till we come there Nay but I finde it is possible to finde young glory a young green Paradise of joy even here I know Christ's kisses will cast a more strong refreshfull smell of incomparable glory joy in heaven then they doe here Because a drink of the well of life up at the welâ—'s head is more sweet fresh by far then that which we get in our borrowed old running-out vessels our wooden dishes here yet I am now perswaded it is our folly to fâ—â—st all till the term day seeing abundance of earnest will not diminish any thing of our principal summe We dream of hunger in Christ's house while we are here although he alloweth feasts upon all the bairns within God's houshold It were good then to store our selves with moe borrowed kisses of Christ with moe borrowed visites till we enter Heirs to our new inheritance our Tutour put us in possession of our own when we are past minority Oh that all the young heirs would seek more a greater