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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57970	Joshua redivivus, or, Mr. Rutherfoord's letters divided into two parts, the first, containing these which were written from Aberdeen, where he was confined by a sentence of the high commission ... partly on account of his non-conformance : the second, containing some which were written from Anwoth ... / now published for the use of all the people of God ... by a wellwisher to the work & people of God.	Rutherford, Samuel, 1600?-1661.	1664 (1664)	Wing R2381; ESTC R31792	483,441	628

live being removed far from my acquaintance my lovers my friends I see God hath the world on his wheels casteth it as a potter doeth a vessel on the wheel I dare not say that there is any inordinat or irregular motion in Providence The Lord hath done it I will not goe to law with Christ for I would again nothing of that 3. I have learned some greater mortification not to mourn after or seek to suck the world's dry breasts Nay my Lord hath filled me with such dainties that I am like to a full banquettor who is not for common chear What have I to doe to fall down upon my knees worship mankind's great idol The World I have a better God then any clay-God Nay at present as I am now disposed I care not much to give this world a discharge of my life-rent of it for bread water I know it is not my home nor my father's house it is but his footstool the outer clo●ster of his house his out-field moor-ground Let bastards take it I hope never to think my self in it's common for honour or riches nay now I say to laughter Thou art madness 4. I finde it most true that the greatest temp●… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is to live without temptations if my waters should stand they would rot Faith is the better of the free air of the sharp winter-storm in it's face Grace withereth without adversity The Devil is but God's Master-fencer to teach us to handle our weapons 5. I never knew how weak I was till now when he hideth himself when I have him to seek seven times a day I am a dry withered branch a piece of a dead carcase dry bones not able to step over a straw The thoughts of my old sins are as the summonds of death to me And of late my Brother's case hath striken me to the heart when my wounds are closing a little rifle causeth them to bleed afresh So thin-skin'd is my soul that I think it is like a tender man's skin that may touch nothing ye see how short I would shoot of the prize if his grace were not sufficient for me Woe 's me for the day of Scotland Woe woe is me for my harlot-mother for the decree is gone forth women of this land shall call the childless miscarrying wombs blessed The anger of the Lord is gone forth shall not return till he perform the purpose of his heart against Scotland Yet he shall make Scotland a new sharp instrument having teeth to thresh the mountains fan the hills as chaff The prisoners blessing be upon you Aberd. March 14. 1637. Yours in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To the Lady BUSBIE 194 MTSTRESS I Know ye are thinking sometimes what Christ is doing in Zion that the haters of Zion may get the bottom of our cup the burning coals of our furnace that we have been tryed in these many yeers by gone O that this Nation would be awakened to cry mightily unto God for the setting up of a new ●abernacle to Christ in Scotland O if this Ki●gdom kne● how worthy Christ were of his room His worth wa● eve● above man's ●stimation of him And for my self I a● pained at the heart that I cannot finde my self disposed to leav● myself goe wholly in to Christ Alas that there should b● o●e bit o● me out of him and that we leave too much liberty and latitude for our selves and our own ease and credit pleasures so little room for All-love-worthy Christ O what pains charges it costeth Christ ere he get us when all is done we are not worth the having It is a ●ond●r that he should seek the like of us but love overlooketh blacknes and ●ecklesness for if it had not been so Christ would never have made so fair blessed a bargain with us as the covenant of Grace is I finde that in all our sufferings Christ is but ●iddi●g marches that every one of us may say Mine T●ine and that men may know by their crosses how weak a bottom nature is to stand under a trial that then which our Lord intendeth in all our sufferings is to bring Gra●e in ●●uit a●d r●qu●st amongst us I would succumb and ●●me sho●t of hea en if I had no more but my own strength to s●pport me and if Christ should say to me Eit●●r doe or die it were easie to determine what should become of me the ch●ice were easie for I b●hooved to die if Christ should passe by wit● strai●ned bowel and who then would take us up in our str●its I know we may say that Christ is kindest in his love when we are at our weakest and that if Christ had not been to the fore in our sad dayes the waters had gone over our soul His mercy ha●h a ●et period and appointed place how far no further the s●a of affliction shall flow and where the waves thereof shall be st●yed he prescribeth how much pain and sorrow both for weight and measure we must have Ye have then good cause to r●call your love from all lovers and give it to Christ He who is afflicted in all your afflictions looketh not o● you i● your sad hours with an insensible heart or dry eyes All the Lords saints may see that it is lost love wh●ch is bestowed upon this perishing world death judgement will make men lament that ever their miscarrying heart ●arryed them to lay lavish out their love upon false appearances right-dreams Alas that Christ should fare the worse because o● 〈◊〉 own goodness in making peace the gospel to ride together that w● have never yet weighed the worth of Christ in his ordinances that now we are like to be deprived of the well ere we have tasted the sweetness of the water it may be with water● eyes 〈◊〉 a w●t face and wea●i●d feet we seek Christ shall not find● him ●h that this land were humbled in time and by prayers ●●ye humiliation would bring Christ in at the churchdoor again now when his back is turned toward us and he is gone to the threshold his one foot as it wer● is out of the ●oor I am sure his departure is our deserving we have bought it with our iniquities for even the Lord 's own children are fallen asleep And alas professours are made all of shews fashions and are not at pains to recover themselves again Every one hath his set measure of faith holiness and co●te●teth himself with a stinted measure of godliness as if that were ●●ough to bring them to heaven We forget that as our gifts and light grow so God's gain and the interest of his talents should grow also and that we cannot pay God with the old use and wont as we use to speak which we gave him seven yeers agoe for this were to mock the Lord and to make price with him as

once cometh nigh hand taketh a hearty look of Christ's inner side shall never wring nor wrestle themselves out of his love-grips again I would rest contented in my prison yea in a prison without light of sun or candle providing Christ I had a love-bed not of mine but of Christ his own making that we might lie together among the lilies till the day break the shadows flee away Who knoweth how sweet a drink of Christ's love is O but to live on Christ's love is a King's life The worst things of Christ even that which seemeth to be the refuse of Christ his hard cross his black cross is white fair the cross receiveth a beautifull lustre a perfumed smell from Jesus Mydear Brother scar not at it While ye have time to stand upon the watch tower to speak contend with this land plead with your harlot-mother who hath been a treacherous half-marrow to her husband Iesus For I would think liberty to preach one day the root top of my desires would seek no more of the blessings that are to be had on this side of time till I be over the water but to spend this my crazed clay-house in his service saving of souls But I hold my peace because he hath done it my shallow ebbe thoughts are not the compass Christ saileth by I leave his wayes to himself for they are far far above me Onely I would contend with Christ for his love and be bold to make a plea with Jesus my Lord for a heart-fill of his love for there is no more left to me What standeth beyond the far end of my sufferings and what shall be the event he knoweth and I hope to my joy shall make me know when God shall unfold his decrees concerning me for there are windings and too 's and fro's in his wayes which blinde bodies like us cannot see This much for further acquaintance So recommending you what is before you to the grace of God I rest Aberd. June 16. 1637. Your very loving Brother in his sweet Lord Iesus S. R. To Mr WILLIAM DALGLEISH 125 Reverend welbeloved Brother GRace mercy peace be unto you I have heard somewhat of your trials in Galloway I bless the Lord who hath begun first in that corner to make you a new Kirk to himself Christ hath the less adoe behinde when he hath refined you Let me entreat you my dearly beloved to be fast to Christ My witness is above My dearest Brother that ye have added much joy to me in my bonds when I hear that ye grow in the grace and zeal of God for your Master Our ministery whether by preaching or suffering will cast a smell through the world both of heaven hell 2 Cor. 2 15 16. I perswade you my dear Brother there is nothing out of heaven next to Christ dearer to me then my ministery the worth of it in my estimation is swelled paineth me exceedingly yet I am content for the honour of my Lord to surrender it back again to the Lord of the vineyard let him doe with me it both what he thinketh good I think my self too little for him let me speak to you how kinde a fellow prisoner is Christ to me Beleeve me this kinde of cross that would not goe by my door but would needs visite me is still the longer the more welcome to me It 's true my silent sabbaths have been are still as glassy yee whereon my faith can scarce hold it's feet I am often blowen on my back and off my feet with a storm of doubting yet truly my bonds all this time cast a mighty and ranck smell of high and deep love in Christ I cannot indeed see through my cross to the far end Yet I beleeve I am in Christ's books in his decree not yet unfolded to me a man triumphing dancing singing over on the other side of the red sea laughing praising the lamb over beyond time sorrow deprivation prelat's indignation losses want of friends death Heaven is not a foul flying in the air as men use to speak of things that are uncertain nay it is well paid for Christ's comprizement lieth on Glory for all the mourners in Zion shall never be loosed Let us be glad rejoyce that we have blood losses wounds to show our Master Captain at his appearance and what we suffered for his cause Woe is me my dear Brother that I say often I am but dry bones which my Lord will not bring out of the grave again that my faithless fears say Oh I am a dry tree that can bear no fruit I am an useless body who ●an beget no children to the Lord in his house Hopes of deliverance look cold uncertain afar off as if I had done with it it is much for Christ if I may say so to get Lawborrows of my sorrow of my quarrelous heart Christ's love playeth me fair play I am not wronged at all but there is a tricking and false heart within me that still playeth Christ foul play I am a cumbersom neighbour to Christ It is a wonder that he dwelleth beside the like of me yet I often get the advantage of the hill above my temptations then I despise the temptation even hell it self the stink of it the instruments of it and am proud of my honourable Master And I resolve whether contrary winds will or not to fetch Christ's harbour I think a willfull stiff contention with my Lord Jesus for his love very lawfull it 's sometimes hard to me to win my meat upon Christ's love because my faith is sick my hope withereth my eyes wax dim unkinde comfort-eclipsing clouds goe over the fair bright light S●n-Jesus And then when I my temptation tryste the matter together we spill all through unbelief Sweet sweet for evermore would my life be if I could keep faith in exercise But I see my fire cannot alwayes cast light I have even a poor man's hard world when he goeth away But surely since my entry hither many a time hath my fair sun shined without a cloud Hot burning hath Christ's love been to me I have no vent to the expression of it I must be content with stoln smothered desires of Christ's glory O how far is his love behinde the hand with me I am just like a man who hath nothing to pay his thousands of debt All that can be gotten of him is to se●●e upon his person Except Christ would se●●e upon my self make the readiest payment that can be of my heart love to himself I have no other thing to give him If my sufferings could doe beholders good edifie his Kirk proclaim the incomparable worth of Christ's love to the world O then how would my soul be overjoyed my sad heart cheered and calmed Dear

life 1 Ioh. 1 2 3. hath been declared to you Thousands of thousands walking in that light that good old way have gone to heaven are now before the throne Truth is but one hath no numbers Christ Antichrist are both now in the camp are come to open blowes Christ's poor ship saileth in a sea of blood the passengers are so sea-sick of a high fever that they miscall one another Christ I hope shall bring the broken bark to land I had rather swim for life death on an old plank or a brokē board to land with Christ then enjoy the rotten peace we have hitherto had It is like the Lord will take a severe course with us to cause the children of the family agree together I conceive that Christ hath a great designe of free grace to these Lands but his wheels must move over mountains rocks He never yet wooed a Bride on earth but in blood in fire in the wilderness A cross of our own chusing honeyed sugared with consolations we cannot have I think not much of a cross when all the children of the house weep with me for me to suffer when we enjoy the communion of Saints is not much but it is hard when Saints rejoyce in the suffering of Saints redeemed ones hurt yea even goe nigh to hate redeemed ones I confess I imagined there had no more been such an affliction on earth or in the world then that one elect Angel should fight against another but for contempt of the communion of Saints we have need of new-born crosses scarce ever heard of before the saints are not Christ there is no misjudging in him there is much in us a doubt it is if we shall have fully one heart till we enjoy one heaven our star-light hideth us from our selves hideth us one from another Christ from us all but he will not be hidden from us I shall wish that all the sons of our father in that Land be of one minde that they be not shaken nor moved from the Truth once received Christ was in that Gospel Christ is the same now that he was in the Prelates time That Gospel cannot sink it will make you free bear you out Christ the subject of it is the chosen of God cometh from Bozrah with garments dyed in blood Ireland Scotland both must be his field in which he shall feed gather lilies suppose which yet is impossible that some had an eternity of Christ in Ireland a sweet summer of the Gospel a feast of fat things for evermore in Ireland one should never come to heaven it should be a desirable life the King's spikenard Christ's perfume his apples of love his oyntments even down in this lower house of clay are a choice heaven O what then is the King in his own land where there is such a throne so many Kings palaces ten thousand thousands of crowns of glory that want heads yet to fill them O so much leisure as shall be there to sing O such a tree as groweth there in the midst of that paradise where the inhabitants sing eternally under it's branches To look in at a window see the branches burdened with the apples of life to be the last man that shall come in thither were too much for me I pray you remember me to the Christians there remember our private Covenant Grace be with you London April 17. 1646. Your friend in the Lord Iesus S. R. To EARLESTOWN Elder 54 Sir I Know ye have learned long agoe ere I knew any thing of Christ that if we had the Cross at our own election we would either have law-surety for freedom from it or then we would have it honeyed sugared with comforts so as the sweet should over-master the gall wormwood Christ knoweth how to breed the sons of his house ye will give him leave to take his own way of dispensation with you though it be rough forgive him he defieth you to have as much patience to him as he hath born to you I am sure there cannot a dram-weight of gall be less in your cup ye would not desire he sould both afflict you hurt your soul. When his people cannot have a Providence of silk roses they must be content with such an one as he carveth out for them ye would not goe to heaven but with company ye may perceive that the way of these who went before you was through blood sufferings many afflictions Nay Christ the Captain went in over the door-threshold of Paradise bleeding to death I doe not think but ye have learned to stoop though ye as others be naturally stiff that ye have found that the apples sweet fruits which grow on that crabbed tree of the Cross are as sweet as it is so ●re to bear it especially considering that Christ hath born the whole compleat Cross his Saints bear but bits chipes as the Apostle saith The remnants or leavings of the Cross. I Judge you ten thousand times happy that ever ye was Grace's debter for certainly Christ hath ingaged you over head ears to free Grace take the debt with you to Eternity Immanuel's highest land where ye finde before you a house-full of Christ's everlasting debters the less shame to you Yea this lower Kingdom of Grace is but Christ's Hospital Guest-house of sick folks whom the brave noble Physician Christ hath cured upon a venture of life death And if ye be near the water-side as I know ye are all that I can say is this Sir that I feel by the smell of that land which is before you that it 's a goodly Countrey it is well payed-for to your hand he is before you who will heartily welcome you O to suck these breasts of full consolation above to drink Christ's new wine up in his father's house is some greater matter then is beleeved since it was brewed from eternity for the head of the house so many thousand crowned Kings Rubs in the way where the lodging is so good are not much He that brought again from the dead the great Shepherd of the sheep by the blood of the eternal Covenant establish you to the end London May 15. 1646. Your friend and servant in Christ Iesus S. R. To his reverend worthy Brother Mr G. GILLESPIE 55 Reverend dear Brother I Cannot speak to you the way ye know the passage is free not stopped the print of the footsteps of the fore-runner is clear manifest many have gone before you Ye will not sleep long in the dust before the day break it is a far shorter piece of the hinder-end of the night to you then to Abraham Moses beside all the time of their bodies resting under curruption it is as long yet to their day as to your morning light of awaking