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

His sweet and dutiful Son made a suitable reply at present; but seeing his dear Father continuing under despondings of spirit (though no Christians that knew him but had a high esteem of him for his uprightness) he got by himself, and spent some time in wrestling with God upon his Fathers account, earnestly begging of God, that he would fill him with joy unspeakable in believing, and that he would speedily give him some token for good, that he might joyfully and honourably leave this world to go to a better. After he was risen from his knees, he came down to his sick Father, and asked him how he felt himself. His Father made no answer for some time, but wept exceedingly ⟨p. 26⟩(a passion that he was not subject to) and continued for some considerable time in an extraordinary passion of weeping, so that he was not able to speak. But at last having recovered himself, with unspeakable joy he burst out into such expressions as these: O Son! now it is come, it is come, it is come. I bless God I can die: The Spirit of God hath witnessed with my spirit, that I am his Child: Now I can look up to God as my dear Father, and Christ as my Redeemer; I can now say this is my Friend, and this is my Beloved. My heart is full, it is brim full, I can hold no more: I know now what that sentence means, the Peace of God which passeth understanding; I know now what that white stone is wherein a new name is written, which none know but they which have it. And that fit of weeping which you saw me in, was a fit of over-pouring love and joy, so great, that I could not for my heart contain my self; neither can I express what glorious discoveries God hath made of himself unto me: And had that joy been greater, I question whether I could have born it, and whether it would not have separated soul and body. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me bless his holy Name that hath pardoned all my sins, and sealed the pardon. He hath healed my wounds, and caused the bones which he had broken to rejoice. O help me to bless the Lord! he hath put a new Song into my mouth: O bless the Lord for his infinite goodness ⟨p. 27⟩and rich mercy! O now I can die! it is nothing, I bless God I can die: I desire to be dissolved, and to be with Christ.

His sweet and dutiful Son made a suitable reply at present; but seeing his dear Father continuing under despondings of spirit (though no Christians that knew him but had a high esteem of him for his uprightness) he got by himself, and spent some time in wrestling with God upon his Fathers account, earnestly begging of God, that he would fill him with joy unspeakable in believing, and that he would speedily give him some token for good, that he might joyfully and honourably leave this world to go to a better. After he was risen from his knees, he came down to his sick Father, and asked him how he felt himself. His Father made no answer for some time, but wept exceedingly