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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.
His Mother and Brethren standing by him he said; Dear Mother, I beseech you as earnestly as ever I desired any thing of you in my life, that you would cheerfully give me up to Christ; I beseech you, do not hinder me, now I am going to rest and glory. I am afraid of your prayers, lest they pull one way and mine another.
His Mother and Brethen standing by him he said; Dear Mother, I beseech you as earnestly as ever I desired any thing of you in my life, that you would cheerfully give me up to Christ; I beseech you, do not hinder me, now I am going to rest and glory. I am afraid of your prayers, lest they pull one way and mine another.
And then turning to his Brethren he spake thus to them, I charge you all, do not pray for my life any more: you do me wrong, if you do! O that glory, the unspeakable glory that I behold. My heart is full, my heart is full. Christ smiles, and I cannot chose but smile: can you find in your heart, to stop me who am now going to the complete and eternal enjoyment of Christ? Would you keep me from my Crown? The arms of my blessed Saviour are open to embrace me; the Angels stand ready to carry my soul into his bosom. O, did you but see what I see: you would all cry out with me, how long, dear Lord, come Lord Jesus come quickly! O, ⟨p. 103⟩why are his Chariot-wheels so long a coming!
And then turning to his Brethren he spake thus to them, I charge you all, do not pray for my life any more: you do me wrong, if you do! O that glory, the unspeakable glory that I behold. My heart is full, my heart is full. Christ smiles, and I cannot chose but smile: can you find in your heart, to stop me who am now going to the compleat and eternal injoyment of Christ? Would you keep me from my Crown? The arms of my blessed Saviour are open to imbrace me; the Angels stand ready to carry my soul into his bosom. O, did you but see what I see: you would all cry out with me, how long, dear Lord, come Lord Jesus come quickly! O, ⟨p. 103⟩