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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 what's the matter now, O my soul, what wilt thou, canst thou thus unworthily sleight this admirable and astonishing condescension of God to thee? Seems it a small matter, that the great Jehovah should deal thus familiarly with his Worm; and wilt thou pass this over, as a common mercy? What meanest thou, O my soul, that thou dost not constantly adore and praise this rare, strong, and unspeakable Love! Is it true, O my soul, doth God deal familiarly with man, and are his humble, zealous, and constant love, praise, and service too good for God? Why art not thou O my soul, swallowed up every moment with this free unparalleled everlasting Love.
And vvhat's the matter now, O my soul, vvhat vvilt thou, canst thou thus unworthily sleight this admirable and astonishing condescention of God to thee? Seems it a small matter, that the great Jehovah should deal thus familiarly with his Worm; and wilt thou pass this over, as a common mercy? What meanest thou, O my soul, that thou dost not constantly adore and praise this rare, strong, and unspeakable Love! Is it true, O my soul, doth God deal familiarly with man, and are his humble, zealous, and constant love, praise, and service too good for God? Why art not thou O my soul, swallowed up every moment with this free unparalell'd everlasting Love.
And then he breaks out again into another triumphant Ecstasy of praise and joy; and expressed a little of that which was unexpressible in some such words as these,
And then he breaks out again into another triumphant Extasie of praise and joy; and expressed a little of that which was unexpressible in some such words as these,
Stand astonished ye Heavens, and wonder O ye Angels, at this infinite grace! Was ever any under Heaven more beholding to free grace than I? Doth God use to do thus, with his creatures? Admire him for over and ever, O ye redeemed ones! O those joys, the taste of which I have! Those everlasting joys, which are at his right hand for evermore! Eternity, Eternity it self, is too short