Invisibles, realities, demonstrated in the holy life and triumphant death of Mr. John Janeway,…

I verily believe that it exceeds the highest Rhetoric, to set out to the life, what this heavenly creature did then deliver. I say again, I want words to speak, and so did he; for, he saw things unutterable: But yet, so much he spake as justly drew the admiration of all that saw him; and I heard an old experienced Christian and Minister say it again and again, That He never saw, nor read, nor heard the like: Neither could we ever expect to see the glories of Heaven more demonstrated to sense, in this World. He talked as if he had been in the third Heavens, and broke out into such words as these,

I verily believe that it exceeds the highest Rhetorick, to set out to the life, what this heavenly creature did then deliver. I say again, I want words to speak, and so did he; for, he saw things unutterable: But yet, so much he spake as justly drew the admiration of all that saw him; and I heard an old experienced Christian and Minister say it again and again, That He never saw, nor read, nor heard the like: Neither could we ever expect to see the glories of Heaven more demonstrated to sense, in this World. He talked as if he had been in the third Heavens, and broke out into such words as these,

O, He is come! He is come! O how sweet! How glorious is the blessed Jesus! How shall I do to speak the thousandth part of his praises! O for words, to set out a little of that excellency! But it is unexpressible! O how excellent, glorious, and lovely is the precious Jesus! He is sweet, He is altogether lovely! And now I am sick of Love, he hath ravished my soul with his beauty! I shall die sick of Love. O my friends stand by and wonder, come look upon a dying man, and wonder; I cannot my self but stand and wonder! Was there ever a greater kindness, was there ever sensibler manifestations of rich Grace! O, why me, Lord, why me! Sure this is akin to Heaven, and if I were never to enjoy any ⟨p. 108⟩more than this; it were well worth all the torments that men and Devils could invent; to come through yea even a Hell to such transcendent joys as these. If this be dying, dying is sweet: Let no true Christian ever be afraid of dying. O Death is sweet to me. This Bed is soft. Christs Arms and Kisses, his Smiles and Visits, sure they would turn Hell into Heaven. O that you did but see and feel what I do! Come and behold a dying man more cheerful than you ever saw any healthful man in the midst of his sweetest enjoyments? O Sirs, Worldly pleasures are pitiful poor sorry things, compared with one glimpse of this glory, which shines in so strongly into my Soul! O why should any of you be so sad, when I am so glad? This, this is the hour that I have waited for!