"Eat, O friends; drink, yes, drink abundantly, O 
    beloved." Song 5:1.
    
    "I am come that they might have life, and that they might 
    have it more abundantly." John 10:10. 
    "There is a river—its streams delight the city of God, 
    the holy dwelling place of the Most High." Psalm 46:4. 
    "You visit the earth, and water it: you greatly enrich it 
    with the river of God, which is full of water." Psalm 65:9. 
    To Mrs. H., 1849. 
    My dear Amelia,
    And so your earth seems at this time to be watered and enriched, for "we 
    have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may 
    be of God, and not of us." (2 Cor. 4:7) And you need not fear to drink 
    largely, for after all your tiny draughts the "river of God" will be still 
    full of water. It is a "pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, 
    proceeding out of the throne of God and of the Lamb." Neither should you 
    fear to go forward into its blissful depths, for they are from the ankles to 
    the knees, from the knees to the waist, and when these are gone through they 
    are waters to swim in. (Ezek. 47:3-5) If you are a spiritual swimmer, 
    hear the glad tidings--it is a river that cannot be passed over. Therefore 
    fear not—but live in life and dwell in the river of God's love!
    "Therefore with joy shall you draw water out of the wells 
    of salvation." (Isa. 12:3) In this new-creation world there is not only a 
    flowing into the new creature, (for the new wine of the spiritual kingdom is 
    put into the new bottles,) but there is also a flowing out, for, says He who 
    is the beginning of this creation of God, (Rev. 3:14) "The one who believes 
    in Me, as the Scripture has said, will have streams of living water flow 
    from deep within him!" (John 7:38) 
    As for your gladsome notes under love's thrilling power, 
    they are according to the direction: "Let the inhabitants of the rock sing, 
    let them shout from the top of the mountains." (Isa. 42:11) If all on earth 
    seems too dull to respond to your strains, methinks they will find an echo 
    in the very rock itself. For it is said of Him who is our rock, "The Lord 
    your God is among you, a warrior who saves. He will rejoice over you with 
    gladness. He will bring you quietness with His love. He will delight in you 
    with shouts of joy!" (Zeph. 3:17) Surely we, who are the children and 
    partakers of such mighty love, must rejoice also as its precious fullness 
    inundates our souls with a full tide of ecstasy!
    Ah, my dear Amelia, the precious love of our glorious 
    "Well-Beloved" is indeed overpowering. I wonder not at your raptures, and do 
    much rejoice that in this cold region there are yet a few who are glowing in 
    that heavenly fire which God himself has kindled and will never extinguish. 
    I attempt not to pour into your already full soul—but just pen these feeble 
    lines lest I should appear indifferent, which indeed I am not. I delight to 
    listen to your song of love, and rejoice in your joy, the substance of which 
    I well understand. It is "Christ in us the hope of glory." Ah, and the 
    foretaste of glory too! The Lord make and keep us faithful to Himself.
    You well know that I also am at school. I have been in 
    the very suburbs of the Celestial City, and have seen the King in His 
    beauty, and thought the everlasting doors were opening to receive my happy 
    soul; but returning bodily strength convinces me that my wilderness work and 
    warfare are not ended. I think the lesson now before me is, that we must be 
    a constant sacrifice to Him who was so rich and willing a sacrifice for us, 
    that all our wishing and willing must give place to a dissolving into the 
    divine will, and our constant prayer be, "Father, glorify your name." Many 
    things tend to make me feel that henceforth I must live an earthly life, not 
    in any wise "seeking my own things—but the things which are Jesus Christ's;" 
    doing which, the flesh must be constantly sacrificed. Having willingly laid 
    it upon God's altar in spite of its own struggling, may He keep me from ever 
    withdrawing it or conferring with it again, remembering that "no man having 
    put his hand to the plough and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God."
    
    Oh, in very deed I believe I must be more than ever a 
    stranger and pilgrim on this earth. I have deeply loved my happy home and 
    sweet domestic endearments; but my Lord has broken up the one, and taken me 
    from the other; and, having thus at His command left the shore, I must not 
    wish to regain it—but ever embrace Him as my glorious "all in all," worthy 
    of a thousand hearts and lives if I had them to give. Plead, oh, plead, that 
    I may "stand perfect and complete in all the will of God." For I must say, 
    "Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect," "but, 
    forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those 
    things which are before, I press toward the mark." 
    I can but write to you with a heart kindled in the 
    blissful flames of love divine, having had much, very much forgiven; and 
    feeling that I can never love half enough, for I owed millions--and the rich 
    blood of my Beloved cancelled all the mighty sum! Now the rich love of the 
    same dear heart flows into mine with more power and sweetness than words can 
    tell. The Lord be with your spirit, and your spirit confidingly and 
    rejoicingly with the Lord.
    So desires, with much love, your warmly-affectionate, but 
    unworthy,
    Ruth