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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.
A Reverend, Judicious and holy Minister came often to visit him, and discoursed with him of the excellency of Christ, and the glory of the invisible world. Sir, said he, I feel something of it; my heart is as full as it can hold in this lower state; I can hold no more here. O that I could but let you know what I feel!
This holy Minister praying with him his soul was ravished with the abundant incomes of light, life and love; so that he could scarce bear it, nor the thought of staying any longer in the world, but longed to be in such a condition, wherein he should have yet more grace and more comfort, and be better able to bear that weight of glory; some manifestations whereof did even almost sink his weak body, & had he not been sustained by a great power, his very joys would have overwhelmed him; and whilst he was in these ecstasies of joy and love, he was wont to cry out,
This holy Minister praying with him his soul was ravished with the abundant incomes of light, life and love; so that he could scarce bear it, nor the thought of staying any longer in the world, but longed to be in such a condition, wherein he should have yet more grace and more comfort, and be better able to bear that weight of glory; some manifestations whereof did even almost sink his weak body, & had he not been sustained by a great power, his very joys would have overwhelmed him; and whilst he was in these extasies of joy and love, he was wont to cry out,
Who am I Lord, who am I, that thou shouldst be mindful of me! Why me Lord, why me, and pass by thousands & look upon ⟨p. 104⟩such a wretch as me, O, what shall I say unto thee, O thou preserver of men? O, why me Lord, why me? O blessed, and for ever blessed, be free grace! How is it, Lord, that thou shouldst manifest thy self unto me, and not unto others, even so Father, because it seemeth good in thy eyes, Thou wilt have mercy because thou wilt have mercy. And if thou wilt look upon such a poor worm who can hinder! Who would not love thee! O blessed Father! O how sweet and gracious hast thou been unto me? O, that he should have me in his thoughts of love, before the foundations of the world.