I judge you ten thousand times happy, that ever ye were grace's debtor; for certainly Christ hath engaged you over head and ears to free grace. And take the debt with you to eternity, Immanuel's highest land, where ye find before you a houseful of Christ's everlasting debtors; the less shame to you. Yea, and this lower kingdom of grace is but Christ's hospital, and guest-house of sick folks, whom the brave and noble Physician, Christ, hath cured, upon a venture of life and 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 is a goodly country, and it is well paid for to your hand. And He is before you who will heartily welcome you. Oh, to suck those breasts of full consolation above, and to drink Christ's new wine up in His Father's house, is some greater matter than is believed; since it was brewed from eternity for the Head of the house, and 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.
Your friend and servant in Christ Jesus,
S. R.
London, May 15, 1646.
[CCCXXIV.—To his Reverend and worthy Brother, Mr. George Gillespie.][463]
(PROSPECT OF DEATH—CHRIST THE TRUE SUPPORT IN DEATH.)
