his beſt clothes, and ſuch a bride as the ⟨Lamb's⟩ wife, what a welcome will ſhe get! To get a ⟨drink⟩ at our firſt meeting and incoming to heaven, the well of the water of life. O ſtrong ⟨comforting⟩ water! When we ſhall be clothed and not a ⟨wrong⟩ pin in us. A fair bride in ſilks and purple ⟨of⟩ Chriſt's own buſking, and Chriſt our Lord ⟨ſhall⟩ preſent his bride to his Father and our Father-in-law, the Father of our huſband, ſhall take us ⟨by⟩ the hand and lead us ben the houſe to the dining⟨-⟩hall, and let us down at a table to feaſt our ⟨fill⟩ upon the tree of life, O! ſtrong comforting ⟨water⟩, the well of life, to feaſt upon the Trinity ⟨forevermore⟩. Now mock and ſcorn the way to ⟨heaven⟩ as ye pleaſe, ye never heard of true ⟨happiness⟩ till now. Here is a banquet of joy for evermore. "He ſhall wipe away all tears." Chriſt our Lord here wipes the tears from the bairns' faces; yet after that they weep new tears: he never wipes ⟨away⟩ all tears till now. Here ſhall be our laſt good-⟨night⟩ of death: good-night, mourning and crying, and ſorrow; we ſhall be on the other ſide of the water over beyond the black river of death; for ⟨Chriſt⟩ (Rev xx. 14.) "ſhall take away death and hell, and caſt them into priſon; former things are done ⟨away⟩". The mother that has loſt her bairns ⟨ſhall⟩ get them: All the Lord's widows ſhall get ⟨their⟩ huſbands; the old world which was the mourning world ſhall be away; and, therefore, never ⟨until⟩ now ſhall all tears be wiped away, for it is ⟨the⟩ way. The Kirk is half a widow here, her Lord ⟨is⟩ in an uncouth country, far from her here, and ⟨ilka⟩ lown round about plucks at this ſilly widow, ⟨while⟩ ſhe is in the valley of Baca, wherein is no ⟨water⟩. The watchman ſtriketh her and taketh ⟨her⟩ veil from her; and Chriſt writeth a love-letter to her,
