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Invisibles, realities, demonstrated in the holy life and triumphant death of Mr. John Janeway,…
Invisibles, realities, demonstrated in the holy life and triumphant death of Mr. John Janeway, Fellow of King's College in Cambridge. By James Janeway, Minister of the GospelInvisibles, realities, demonstrated in the holy life and triumphant death of Mr. John Janeway, Fellow of King's Collegde in Cambridge. By James Janeway, Minister of the Gospel
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1674
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
O the rare attainments! The high and divine expressions, that dropped from his mouth! I have not words to express what a strange, triumphant, angelical frame, he was in, for some considerable time together. It was a very Heaven upon earth, to see and hear a man admiring God at such a rate, as I never heard any, nor ever expect to hear or see more, till I come to Heaven. Those that did not see cannot well conceive, what a sweet frame he was in, for at least six weeks before he died. His soul was almost always filled with those joys unspeakable and full of glory. How oft would he cry out; O, that I could but let you know what I now feel! O, that I could show you what I see: ⟨p. 101⟩O, that I could express the thousandth part of that sweetness that I now find in Christ! You would all then think it well worth the while to make it your business to be religious. O my dear friends, we little think what a Christ is worth upon a death-bed. I would not for a world, nay for millions of worlds, be now without a Christ and a pardon. I would not for a world be to live any longer: the very thoughts of a possibility of recovery, makes me even tremble.
O the rare attainments! The high and divine expressions, that dropped from his mouth! I have not words to express what a strange, triumphant, angelical frame, he was in, for some considerable time together. It was a very Heaven upon earth, to see and hear a man admiring God at such a rate, as I never heard any, nor ever expect to hear or see more, till I come to Heaven. Those that did not see cannot well conceive, what a sweet frame he was in, for at least six weeks before he died. His soul was almost alwaies filled with those joys unspeakable and full of glory. How oft vvould he cry out; O, that I could but let you know what I now feel! O, that I could show you what I see: ⟨p. 101⟩O, that I could express the thousandth part of that sweetness that I now find in Christ! You would all then think it well worth the while to make it your business to be religious. O my dear friends, we little think what a Christ is worth upon a death-bed. I would not for a world, nay for millions of worlds, be now without a Christ and a pardon. I would not for a world be to live any longer: the very thoughts of a possibility of recovery, makes me even tremble.