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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.
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⟩why are his Chariot-wheels so long a coming!
And all this while he lay like a triumphing conqueror, smiling and rejoicing in spirit.
There was never a day towards his end but (as weak as he was) he did some special piece of service in, for his great Master. Yea, almost every hour did produce fresh wonders.