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complain he is not social; I half call him proud and lordly of his company, and nice of his looks ; which yet is not true. It would content me to give, howbeit he should not take; I should be content to want his kisses at such times, providing he would be content to come near hand, and take my wers, dry, and feckless kisses: but at that time he will not be entreated, but lets a poor soul stand still and knock, and never let on him that he heareth: and then the old leavings and broken meat, and dry sighs, are greater chear than I can tell: all I have then is, that howbeit the law and wrath have gotten a decreet against me, I yet lippen that meikle good in Christ, as to get a suspension, and to bring my cause in feasoning again before my Well beloved. I defire but to be heard, and at last he is content to come and agree the matter with a fool, and forgive freely, because he is God. Oh, if men would glo. rify him, and taste of Christ's sweetness! Brother, ye have need to be busy with Christ for this whorish kirk: I fear left Christ cast water upon Scotland's coal; nay, I know Christ and his wife will be heard, he will plead for the broken covenant, Arm you against that rime. Grace be with you, Aberdeen, June 16,

rours in his sweet Lord 1636,

Jesus. S. R.

29. To the Lady KILCONQUHAIR. Mistress,

you have your face homeward towards your Father's house, now when so many are for a home nearer hand: but your Lord calleth you to another life and glory than is to be found herea. way: and therefore I would counsel you to make sure the charters and rights which ye have to salvation. You came to this life about a necessary and weighty business, to tryst with Christ anent your precious foul, the eternal salvation of it: this is the most necessary business ye have in this life, and your other adoes, beside this, are but toys, and feathers, and dreams, and fancies: this is in the greatest haste, and should be done first. Means are used in the gospel to draw on a meeting betwixt Christ and you: if ye Deglect your part of it, it is as if you would tear the contract before Christ's eyes, and give up the match, that there shall be no more communing of that business. I know other lovers beside Christ are in suit of you, and your soul wanteth not many wooers; but I pray you make a chaste virgin of your soul, and let it love but one; most worthy is Christ alone of all your soul's love, howbeit your love were higher than the heaven, and deeper than the lowest of this earth, and broader than this world. Many, alas ! too many, make a common ftrumpet of their foul, for every lover G 2

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that cometh to the house. Marriage with Christ would put your
love and your heart by the gate out of the way, and out of the
eye of all other unlawful suitors; and then you had a ready an,
swer for all others, I am already promised away to Chrift, the
match is concluded, my soul bath a husband already, and is caa-
not have two husbands. Oh if the world did but know what a
smell the ointments of Christ cast, and how ravithing his beauty,
even the beauty of the fairest of the fons of men, is, and how
sweet and powerful his voice is, the voice of that oue Well-beloved;
certainly where Chrilt cometh he runneth away with the foul's
love, so that they cannot command it, I would far rather look
but through the hole of Christ's door, to see but the one half of
his fairest and most comely face, (for he looketh like heaven)
suppose I should never win in to see his excellency and glory to
the full; than to enjoy the flower, the bloom, and chiefest excel.
lency of the glory and riches of tep worlds. Lord send me, for
my part, but the meanest share of Christ that can be given to any

ihe in-dwellers of the new Jerusalem. But I know my Lord is
no niggard; he can, and it becometh him well to give more than
my narrow foul can receive. If there were ten thousand thousand
millions of worlds, and as many heavens full of men and angels,
Christ would not be pinched to supply all our wants, and to fill
us all. Christ is a well of life, but who knoweth how deep it is
to the botrom? This soul of ours hath love, and cannot but love
some fair one: and O what a fair one, what an only one, what
an excellent, lovely, ravishing one is Jesus ! Put the beauty of ten
thoufaud thousand worlds of paradises like the garden of Eden in
one; put all trees, all flowers, all smells, all colours, all tastes,
all joys, all sweetness, all loveliness in one: O what a fair and
excellent thing would that be? And yet it should be less to that
fair and dearest Well beloved Christ, than one drop of rain to the
whole feas, rivers, lakes, and fountains of ten thousand earths.
O but Christ is heaven's wonder, and earth's wonder! What mar-
vel that his bride faith, Cant. v. 16. He is altogether lovely?' Oh
that black souls will not come and fetch all their love to this fair
one! O if I could invite and persuade thousands, and ten thou.
fand times ten thousand of Adam's sons, to flock about my Lord
Jesus, and to come and take their fill of love! Oh pitý for ever-
more, that there should be such an one as Christ Jesus, so bound-
less, so bottomless, and so incomparable in ipfinite excellency
and sweetness, and so few to take him! Oh, oh, ye poor dry
ant dead fouls, why will ye not come hither with your toom
vessels, and your empty fouls, to this huge, and fair, and deep,
and sweet well of life; and fill all your toom vessels ? Oh
that Christ mould be so large in sweetness and worth, and we
so narrow, so pioched, fo ebb, and so void of all happiness, and

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fet men will not take him! they lose their love miserably, who will not bestow it upon this lovely One. Alas! these five thousand years, Adam's fools, his walter heirs, have been wasting and lavish, ing out their love and their affections upon black lovers, and black harlots, upon bits of dead creatures, and broken idols, upon this and that feckless creature; and have not brought their love and their heart to Jesus. O pity, that fairness hath so few lovers! O WO, wo to the tools of this world, who run by Chrilt to other lov. ers! Oh milery, mifery, misery, that comeliness can scarce get three or four hearts in a town or country! Oh that there is so much {poken, and so much written, and so much thought of creaturevanity; and so little {poken, fo little written, so little thought of my great, and incomprehensible, and never-enough-wondered at Lord Jesus! Why Tould I not curse this forlorn, and wretched world, thai suffereth my Lord Jesus to ly his alone ? O damned fouls ! O miskenning world! O blind! O beggarly, and poor souls ! O bewitched fools! what aileth you at Christ, that you run fo from him? I dare not challenge providence, that there are so few buyers, and so little sale for such an excellent one as Christ. Othe depth, and the height of my Lord's ways, that's past finding out ! but oh if men would once be wise, and not fall so in love with their own hell, as to pass by Christ, and milken him! but let us come Dear, and filt ourselves with Christ, and let his friends drink, and be drunken, and satisfy our hollow and deep desires with Jesus, Oh come all and drink at this living well ; come drink and live for evermore, come drink and welcome; welcome, faith our fairelt Bridegroom: no man getteth Christ with ill-will, no man cometh and is not welcome, no map cometh and rueth his voyage : all men (peak well of Christ, who have been at him; men and angels who know him will fay more than I do, and think more of him than they can fay. O if I were misted and bewildered in my Lord's love ! O if I were fettered and chained to it! O sweet pain, to be pained for a sight of him! O living death! O good death! O lovely death, to die for love of Jesus! O that I should have a sore heart and a painted soul, for the wanting of the love of this and that idol! Wo, wo to the mistaking of my miscarrying heart, that gapeth and crieth for creatures, and is not paiocd and cutted, and tortured, and in forrow for the want of a dil-fill of Chiift! Oh that thou wouldIt come aear, my Beloved ! O my fairert One, why Itandelt thou afar ! come hither, that I may be satiated with thy excellent love: O for an union ! O for a fellowship with Jesus! Othat I could buy with a price that lovely One, suppose hell's tor. ments for a while were the price ! I cannot believe but Chrift will fue upon his pained lovers, and come and ease fick hearts, who ligh and fwoon for want of Christ: who do bide Christ's love to be nice? What heaven can there be liker to hell, than to loft, and

grein and dwine, and fall afwoon for Christ's love, and to want it? is not this hell, and heaven woven through other? is not this pain and joy, sweetness and fadness to be in one web, the one the weft, the other the warp? Therefore I would Christ would let us meet and join together, the foul and Christ in others arms. what meeting is like this, to see blackness and beauty, contempti. bleness and glory, highness and bafenefs, even a foul and Chrift kiss one another ! Nay, but when all is done, I may be wearied in fpeak ing aod writing; but O how far am I from the right expreffioa of Christ or his love! I can neither speak, nor write, feeling, not tafting, nor smelling: come feel, and smell, and taste Christ and his love, and ye shall call it more than can be spoken : to write how sweet the honey-comb is, is not so lovely as to eat and fuck the honey-comb: one night's rest in a bed of love with Chrift, will fay more than heart can think, or tongue can utter. Neither peed we fear crosses, or figh, or be fad for any thing that is on this fide of heaven, if we have Chrift: our crofles will never draw blood of the joy of the Holy Ghost, and peace of conscience ; oor joy is laid up in such a high place, as temptations cannot climb up to take it down : this world may boast Christ, bat they dare not frike; or if they strike, they break their arm in fetching a stroke apon a rock. O that we could put our treasure in Christ's haod, and give him our gold to keep, and our crown. Strive, Mistress, to throng through the thorns of this life, to be at Chrift; lofe not fight of him in this cloudy and dark day ; Nec

p with him in your heart in the night; learn not at the world to serve Chrift, but ask himself the way; the world is a false copy, and a lying guide to follow.' Remember my love to your husband; I wish all to him I have written here. The fweet presence, the long lasting good will of our God the warmly and lovely comforts of our Lord Jesus be with you. Help me his prisoner in your prayers; for I remember you. Aberdeen, Aug. 8.

Yours in his sweet Lord 1637

Jefus, S.R.

30. To the Lady FORRET. Worthy Mistress, G

Race, mercy and peace be unto you. I long to hear from you ; I hear Christ hath been that kind as to visit you

with Sickness, and to bring you to the door of the grave: but ye found the door shut (blessed be his glorious name) while riper for eternity: he will have more service of you : and therefore he seeketh of you, that henceforth

ye be honest to your new Husband, the Son of God. We have all idol·love, and are whorishly inclined to love other things beside our Lord, and therefore our Lord hunteth for

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our love more ways than one or two. Oh that Chrift had his own of us! I know he will not want you, and that is a sweet wilfulRels in his love; and ye have as good cause on the other part to be beadstrong and peremptory in your love to Christ, and not to part or divide your love betwixt him and the world: if it were more, it is little enough, yea, too little for Chrift. 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 arm: that crabbed and black tree of the cross laugheth upon me now; the alarming noise of the cross is worse than itself. I love Christ's glooms better than the world's worm eaten joys. Oh if all the kingdom were as I am, except these bonds! My loss is gain; my fadaess, joyful; my bonds, liberty, my tears, comfortable: this world is not worth a drink of cold water. O bục Christ's love casteth a great heat; hell, and 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. Aberdeen, March

Yours in his fweet Lord 1637

Jefus, S. R.

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31. To the Lady KASKIBERRY. Madam,

toj ihip is. I know not how to requite your LadyChip's kindness; but your love to the saints, Madam, is laid up in heaven: I know it is for your Well-beloved Christ's fake, that ye make his friends fo dear to you, and concern yourself so much in them. I am in this house of pilgrimage, every way in good case; Christ is most kind and loving to my soul. It pleaseth him to fealt with his aoseen 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 easy, and his burden light. This is his truth I now suffer for ; for he hath sealed it with his blessed prefence: I know Christ shall yet win the day, and gain the battle in Scotland. Grace be with you. Aberdeen. March 7.

Tours in bis sweet Lord 1637.

Jefus, S. R.

32, To Mr. JAMES BRUCE, Minister of the Gospel. Reverend and well-beloved brother, Race, inercy and peace be to you. Upon the nearest acquain

tance, that we are Father's children, I thought good to write to you. My case in my bonds, for the honour of my royal Prince and King Jesus, is as good as becometh the witness of such a love

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