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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.
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!
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 thorow 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 chearful 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 glimps 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!