Do you believe this? Do you thoroughly believe? If so, my work is done, I need not bid you _rejoice_, nor bid you be _thankful_, only _believe_. Do this and do all. _Believe_ and you _will rejoice_ with joy unspeakable, and full of glory. _Believe_ and you will be _fruitful_, and shew your faith by your works. _Believe_ and you will _love_, for faith worketh by love. In a word, keep these things upon your hearts by daily and lively consideration, and this will bring heaven into your souls, and engage you to all manner of holy conversation. This will mortify you to the world, the grand enemy which I charge you to beware of. O remember, your’s is the kingdom; and ponder these sayings in your hearts. Beloved, I have written these things to _you_ that your joy may be full. And now peace I leave with _you_. I am Christ’s embassador to you, an embassador of peace; his peace I pronounce unto you; in his name I bless you. Farewell in the Lord. I am, _The fervent well-wisher of your souls_, JOS. ALLEINE. _Devizes_, June 29, 1666. LETTER XX. [Of the love of Christ.] _To the servants of God in |Taunton|, salvation_, _Most dearly beloved_, OH that my letters in my absence might be useful to you! It is my joy to serve you, and my love to you is without dissimulation: Witness my twice lost liberties, and my impaired health, all which I might have preserved, had it not been for my readiness to minister to you. But what do I speak of my love? It is the infinite love of God your Father that I would have to dwell upon you. Forget me, so you remember him. Let me be very little, so he be very lovely in your eyes. Bury me, so you set the Lord always before you. Let my name be written in the dust, so his name be written deep upon all your souls. *O Lord, I am thy servant, truly I am thy servant, glorify thine own name by me, and thou shalt have my hand to it, that I will be content to be hid in obscurity, and to disappear through the brightness of thy glory. I preach not myself, but the Lord Jesus. Give him your hearts, and I have my errand. I am but the friend of the bridegroom, and my business is, but to give you to understand his love, and to gain your hearts unto him. He is an object worthy of my commendations, and of your affections. His love is worth the writing of, and worth the thinking of, and worth the speaking of. Oh my brethren, never forget, I beseech you, how he loveth you. He is in heaven, and you are on earth; yet he loveth you. His heart is infinitely tender of you. Even now while he is at the right-hand of the Majesty on high, how feelingly doth he cry out at the hurt of his poor members on earth, _Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me!_ Oh of what quick sense is our dear Lord unto us! When we are touched on earth, he feels it in heaven.