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A token for children being an exact account of the conversion, holy and exemplary…
A token for children being an exact account of the conversion, holy and exemplary lives and joyful deaths of several young children / by James Janeway.
London: printed for Dorman Newman, 1676
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.
41. She was very frequent in spiritual ejaculations, and it was no small comfort to her, that the Lord Christ did pray for her, and promise to send his spirit to comfort her, It's said (said she) I will pray the Father, and he shall give you another comforter. O let not him leave me! O Lord, continue with me till my battle and work be finished.
41. She was very frequent in spiritual ejaculations, and it was no small comfort to her, that the Lord Christ did pray for her, and promise to send his spirit to comfort her, It's said (said she) I will pray the Father, and he shall give you another comforter. O let not him leave me! O Lord, continue with me till my battel and work be finished.
42. She had very low and undervaluing thoughts of her self and her own righteousness; what meant she else to cry out in such language as that, None but Christ! without thee I can do nothing. Christ is the true vine! O let me be a branch of that vine! What poor worms are we! O dear Father, how lame and halting do we go in the ways of God and Salvation. We know but in part, but when that which is perfect is come, then that which is imperfect shall be done away. O that ⟨p. 47⟩I had attained to that now: But what are we of our selves? not only weakness and nothingness, but wickedness. For all the thoughts and imaginations of mans heart are only evil, and that continually; we are by nature children of wrath, and are conceived and born in sin and unrighteousness. Oh! Oh! this wretched and vile thing Sin! but thanks be to God who hath redeemed me from it.
42. She had very low and undervaluing thoughts of her self and her own reighteousness; what meant she else to cry out in such language as that, None but Christ! without thee I can do nothing. Christ is the true vine! O let me be a branch of that vine! What poor worms are we! O dear Father, how lame and halting do we go in the wayes of God and Salvation. We know but in part, but when that which is perfect is come, then that which is imperfct shall be done away. O that