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the goat's life, to climb till they cannot find a way to set thei? souls on ground again) that hath made fuch a' wide breach in our Zion's beautiful walls and these are the men who seek no hire for the crucifying of Christ, but his coat. Oh how forlorn and defolate is the Bride of Christ made to all paffers-by! Who feeth Dot Christ buried in this land, his prophets hidden in caves, fiJenced, banished and imprisoned; truth weeping in sackcloth before the judges, parliament, and the rulers of the land? But her bill is cast by them, and holiness hideth itself, fearing the streets, for the reproaches and persecution of men; justice is fallen aswoon in the gate, and the long lhadows of the evening are stretched out upon us; wo, wo to us, for our day flieth away; what remain. eth, but that Antichrist set down his tent in the midst of us, except your Lordship, and others with you, read Christ's fupplica. tion, and give him that which the most lewd and scandalous wretches in this
land may have before a judge, even the poor man's due, Jaw and justice for God's fake? O therefore, my noble and dear Lord, as ye have begun go on, in the mighty power and strength of the Lord, to cause our Lord, in his gospel and afflicted members, laugh, and cause the Christian churches (whose eyes are all now upon you) to sing for joy when Scotland's moon shall shine like the light of the sun, and the fun like the light of seven days in one: ye can do no less than run, and bear up the head of your dying asd fwooning mother church, and plead for the production of her ancient charters. They hold out and put out, they hold in, and bring in at their pleasure, men in God's house; they sole the keys from Christ and his church, and came in like the thief and the robber, not by the door, Christ; and now their song is, Authority, authority, obedience to church governors. When fach a bastard, and lawless pretended step dame as our prelates is gone mad, it is your place, who are the nobles, to rife and bind them; at least, law should fetter fuch wild bulls as they are, who push all who oppose themselves to their domination. Alas! what have we lost, lince prelates were made master-coioers, to change our gold into brass, and to mix the Lord's wine with their water? Blessed for ever shall ye be of the Lord, if ye help Christ against the mighty, and shall deliver the flock of God, scattered upon the mountains, in the dark and cloudy day, out of the hands of these idol Mepherds.' Fear not men that shall be moth-eaten clay, that shall be rolled up in a chest, and caften us. der the earth : let the Holy One of Israel be your fear, and be couragious for the Lord and his truth. Remember your accounts are coming upon you with wings, as fast as time pofteth; remember what peace with God in Christ, and the prefence of the Son of God, the revealed and felt sweetness of his
love, will be to you, when éternity shall put time to the door,
Tour Lordship's in all command
and obedience in Chrift, S. R. banananananana
oronarograssononano 106. To the Lady ROWLAND. Madam,
Ladyship in paper. I rejoice in our Lord Jesus on your behalf, that it hath pleased him (whose love to you is as old as himfelf) to manifest the favour of his love in Christ Jesus to your soul, in the revelation of his will and mind to you, now when so many are shut up in unbelief. O the fweet change ye have made, in leaving the black kingdom of this world and fia, and coming ver to our Bridegroom's new kingdom, to know, and to be taken with the love of the beautiful Son of God. I beseech you, Ma. dam, in the Lord, make now fure work, and see that the old house be casted down, andražed from the foundation, and that the new building of your soul be of Christ's own laying; for then wiod and storm shall neither loose it, nor shake it asunder. MaDy now take Chrift by guess : be sure that it be he, and only he, whom ye have met with : his sweet smell, his lovely voice, his bir face, his sweet working in the soul, will not lye; they will soon tell if it be Chrift indeed ; (and I think your love to the saints speaketh that it is he) and therefore I say, be sure that we take Christ himself, and take him with his Father's blessing: his Father alloweth him well upon you, your lines are well fallen, it could not have been better, nor so well with you, if they had not fallen in these places ; in heaven, or out of heaven, there is nothing better, nothing fo sweet and excellent as the thing ye have lighted on, and therefore hold you with Chrift: joy, much joy may ye have of him : but take his cross with himself chearfully : Christ and his cross are not feparable in this life, howbeit Chrift and his cross part at heaven's door, for there is no house-room for crosses in heaven: one tear, one sigh, oae fad heart, one fear, one loss, or thought of trouble cannot find lodging there; they are but the marks of our Lord Jesus down in this wide inn, ani
stormy country, on this side of death : forrow and the faints are not married together ; or, suppose it were so, heaven (hall make a divorce. I find his sweet presence eateth out the bitterness of forrow and suffering. I think it a sweet thing, that Chrift faith of my cross, half-mine; and that he divideth these fofferings with me, and taketh the largest share to himself; nay, that I and my whole cross are wholly Christ's. O what portion is Chrift! O that the faints would dig deeper in the treasures of his wisdom and excellency! Thus recommending your Ladyship to the good will and tender mercies of our Lord, I rest. Aberd. Sept. 7.
Your Ladysvip's in his sweet 1637.
Lord Jesus, S. R.
107. TO ROBERT GORDON of Knockbrex. My very worthy and dear friend, GR
Race, mercy and peace be to you. Though all Galloway
should have forgotten me. I would have expected a letter from you ere now : but I will not expound it to be forgetfulness of me. Now, my dear brother, I cannot shew you how matters go betwixt Christ and me: I find my Lord going and coming seven times a day: his visits are short; but they are both frequent and sweet. I dare not for my life think of a challenge of my Lord: I hear ill tales, and hard reports of Christ, from the tempter and my flesh; but love believeth no evil : i may swear that they are liars, and that apprehensions make lies of Christ's honest and unalterable love to me. I dare not say, that I am a dry tree, or that I have no room at all in the vineyard; but yet I often think, that the sparrows are blessed, who may refort to the house of God in Anwoth, from which I am banithed. Temptations, that I suppofed to be stricken dead, and laid upon their back, rise again and revive upon me; yea, I fee, that, while I live, temptations will not die : the devil seemeth to brag and boast as much, as if he had more court with Christ than I have; and as if he had charmed and blasted my ministry, that I shall do no more good in public; but his wind shaketh no cora. I will not believe Christ would have made such a mint to have me to himself, and have taken fo much pains upon me, as he hath done; nay, since I came to Aberdeen, I have been taken up to fee the new land, the fair palace of the Lamb: and will Christ let me see heaven to break my heart, and never gave it to me? I shall not think my Lord Jesus giveth a dumb earnest, or putteth his seals to blank paper, or inteadeth to put me off with fair and false promises: I see that now, which I never saw well before;, 1. I see faith's necessity in a fair day is never known aright; but now I miss nothing so much as faith. Hunger in me rünneth to
fair and sweet promises; but when I come, I am like a hungry man that wanteth teeth, or a weak stomach have a sharp appetite, that is filled with the very fight of meat, or like one stupified with cold under the water, that would fain come to land, but cannot grip any thing casten to him: I can let Christ grip me, but I cannot grip him. I love to be kissed, and to fit on Christ's knee, but I cannot set my feet to the ground, for afflictions bring the cramp upon my faith. All I now do, is, to hold out'a lame faith to Christ, like a beggar holding out a stump, instead of an arm or leg, and crying, Lord Jesus, work a miracle. O what would I give to have hands and arms, to grip strongly, and fold heartsomely about Christ's neck, and to have my claim made good with real possession! I think my love to Christ hath feet abundance, and runneth swiftly to be at him, but it wanteth hands and fingers to apprehend him. I thiok, I would give Christ every morning my blessing, to have as much faith as I have love and hunger; at least, I miss faith more than love and hun. ger. 2. I see mortification, and to be crucified to the world, is not
, so highly accounted of by us, as it should be. O how heavenly a thing is it to be dead, dumb, and deaf to this world's sweet music! I confess it pleased his Majesty, to make me laugh at children, who are wooing this world for their match: I see men lying about the world as nobles about a king's court; and I wonder what they are all doing there : as I am at this present, I would scorn to court such a feckless and petty princess, or buy this world's kindness with a bow of my knee. I scarce now either hear or see what it is that this world offereth me; I know it is little it can take from me, and as little it can give me. I recommend mortification to you above any thing: for alas, we but chase feathers flying in the air, and tire our own spirits, for the froth and over-guilded clay of a dying life : one sight of what my Lord hath let me fee within this short time, is worth a world, of worlds. 3. I thought courage in the time of trouble for Christ's sake, a thing that I might take up at my foot; I thought the very remembrance of the honesty of the cause would be enough; but I was a fool in so thinking: I have much ado now, to win to one smile; but I fee joy groweth up in heaven, and it is above our short arm: Christ will be steward and dispenser himself
, and none else but he: therefore, now, I count much of one drahmweight of spiritual joy; one smile of Christ's face is now to me as a kingdom, and yer he is no niggard to me of comforts : truly, I have no cause to say, that I am pinched with penury, or that the consolations of Christ are dried up; for he hath poured down rivers upon a dry wilderness, the like of me, to my admiration : and in my very swoonings, he holdeth up my head, and stayeth me with Aaggons of wine, and comforteth me with apples: my
and bed are ftrowed with kisses of love. Praise, praise with me. O if ye and I betwixt us could lift up Christ opon his throne, howbeit all Scotland Mould cast him down to the ground! My brother's case toucheth me near : I hope ye will be kind to him, and give him your best counsel. Remember my love to your brother, to your wife and G. M. desire him to be faithful, and repent of his hypocrisy; and fay, that I wrote it to you : I wish him fal. vation. Write to me your mind aneat C. E. and C. T. and their wives, and I. G. or any others in my parish: I fear I am forgotten amongst them; but I cannot forget them. The prisoner's prayers and blessing come upon you. Grace, grace be with you. Aberd. Feb. 9.
Your brother in the Lord 1637.
Jefus, S. R.
108. To my Lord BALMERINOCH. My very noble and truly honourable Lord, I Make bold to write news to your Lordship from my prison, though your Lordship have experience more than I can have,
first entry here, I was not a little casten down with challenges, for old uprepented-of fios: and Satan and my own apprehenLions made a lie of Christ, that he had casten a dry withered tree over the dike of the vineyard; but it was my folly ; blessed be his great name, the fire cannot burn the dry tree: he is pleased DOW to feast the exiled prisoner with his lovely presence; for it fuitech Christ well to be kind, and he dipeth and fuppeth with fuch a singer as I am. I am in Christ's tutoring here; he hath made me content with a borrowed fire lide, and it cafteth as much heat as mine own: I want nothing at all, but real possession of Christ; and he hath given me a pawn of that also, which I hope to keep till he come himself to loose the pawn. I cannot get help to praise his high name: he hath made me a king over my losses, imprisonment, banishment, and only my dumb fabbaths stick in my throat; but I forgive Christ's wildom in that; I dare not say one word, he hath done it, and I will lay my hand upon my mouth; if any other had done it to me, I could not have bura it. Now, my Lord, I must tell your Lordship, that I would not give a drink of cold water for this clay-idol, this plaistered world. I testify, and give it under mine own hand, that Christ is most worthy to be suffered for. Our lazy flesh (which would have Christ to cry down crosses by open proclamation) hath but raised a flander upon the cross of Christ. My Lord, I hope ye will not forget what he hath done for your soul: I think ye are in Chrift's count- book, as his obliged debtor. Grace, grace be with your fpirit. Aberd. March 13.
Your Lordship's obliged 1636.
servant, S. R.