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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 thus he went on, admiring and adoring of God, in a more high and heavenly manner than I can clothe with words. Suppose what you can on this side Heaven, and I am persuaded you might have seen it in him. He was wonderfully taken with the goodness of God to him in sending that aged experienced Minister to help him in his last great work upon earth. Who am I, said he, that God should send to me a messenger one among a thousand (meaning that Minister who had been praying with him with tears of joy).
And thus he went on, admiring and adoring of God, in a more high and heavenly manner than I can clothe with words. Suppose what you can on this side Heaven, and I am perswaded you might have seen it in him. He was wonderfully taken with the goodness of God to him in sending that aged experienced Minister to help him in his last great work upon earth. Who am I, said he, that God should send to me a messenger one among a thousand (meaning that Minister who had been praying with him with tears of joy).
Though he was towards his end, most commonly •n a triumphant joyful frame; yet, sometimes even then he had some small intermissions, in which he would cry out, Hold out faith and […]; et a little while, and your work is, done. And when he found not his heart wound ⟨p. 105⟩up to the highest pitch of thankfulness, admiration and Love; he would with great sorrow bemoan himself, and cry out in this Language,
Though he was towards his end, most commonly •n a triumphant joyful frame; yet, sometimes even then he had some small intermissions, in which he would cry out, Hold out faith and 〈…〉; et a little while, and your work is, done. And when he found not his heart wound ⟨p. 105⟩up to the highest pitch of thankfulness, admiration and Love; he would with great sorrow bemoan himself, and cry out in this Language,