Rutherford Rejoices in the Christian's Eternal Abode in Christ's Blessed Land

O how sweet to be wholly Christ’s, and wholly in Christ; to dwell in Immanuel’s high and blessed land, and live in that sweetest air, where no wind bloweth but the breathings of the Holy Ghost, no sea nor floods flow, but the pure water of life that floweth from under the throne and from the Lamb, no planting, but the tree of life that yieldeth twelve manner of fruits every month! What do we here but sin and suffer? O when shall the night be gone, the shadows flee away, and the morning of the long, long day, without cloud or night, dawn? The Spirit and the bride say, "Come!" O when shall the Bridegrooms wife be ready, and the Bridegroom say, "Come?"

From the Letters of Samuel Rutherford