Brethren, possess your hearts with this, that Christ’s love doth go out with infinite dearness towards you. Even now, whilst he is in all his glory, he earnestly remembers you still. This is the high-priest, that now entered into the holy of holies, doth bear your names, remembring every poor believer. He bears your names, but where? Upon his breast-plate, upon his heart, _Exodus xxviii. 29._ Sure your lot is fallen in an happy place! What, in the bosom of Christ? Yea, verily I may apply that of _Gabriel_, _O Daniel, thou art greatly beloved!_ unto you. You are beloved indeed, to have your names written upon the very heart of Christ now he is in glory. Oh, let his _name_ be written on _your_ hearts. Do not write his name in the sand, when he has written yours upon his _own breast_! Do not forget him who hath taken such care, that while he is, he may never forget you, having recorded your names, not only on his _book_, but on his _flesh_, and set you as a seal upon his heart. He hath you upon his heart, but why? For a memorial before the Lord continually. Beloved, your Lord is so far from forgetting you in all his greatness and glory, that he is gone into heaven on purpose, there to present you before the Lord, that you may be always in remembrance before him. O beloved, glory, yea, and triumph in his love: doubtless it must go well with us. Who shall condemn? It is Christ that died and rose again, and is now making intercession. His interest is potent. He is always present. Our advocate is never out of court. Never did cause miscarry in his hand. Trust you safely in him. Oh, the riches of Christ’s love! He did not think it enough to die for you. His love doth not end with his natural life on earth, but he ever liveth to make intercession for us. His love is like his life, ever, ever: knowing no remission in degree, nor intermission of time, no cessation of working, but is ever, ever in motion towards us. If the pens of all the world were employed to write volumes of love, if the tongues of all the living were exercised in nothing else but talking of his love; if all hearts were made up of love; and all the powers and affections of the mind turned into love, yet this were no less than infinitely too little, either to conceive or express the greatness of Christ’s love. O my beloved, may your souls be swallowed up in this love. Think and think while you will, you can never think how much you are beloved. See that you love again by way of _gratitude_, though not of _requital_: What though your souls be but narrow, and your powers but little? Yet love him with all you have. Love him with all your hearts and all your strength. To the meditations, and to the embraces of divine love I leave you, remaining, _Your’s in the bonds of the most dear Lord Jesus_, JOS. ALLEINE. _August 11, 1665._ LETTER XXI.