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Heaven upon earth, or, The best friend in the worst of times. Delivered in…
Heaven upon earth, or, The best friend in the worst of times. Delivered in several sermons by James Janeway, Minister of the Gospel.
London: printed by T. Milbourn for D. Newman, 1671
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 where is it fitter for the Impotent to lye, than there where they can not miss of a Doctor, a visit, or Cure. What do you think of ⟨p. 317⟩this poor Heart; are they but flourishes, do I speak, or doth Christ, and if he say it, who can disannul it, will he, can he be worse than his word; I know he is usually better, but never short of his Promise; will you Credit, the Experiences of Christians, have they not seen, have they not known, have they not felt; yea, have not all your Spiritual senses, been exercised, and refreshed at that time when the King hath been at his Table? One is ready to say, if ever I could have left the World at a minutes warning, and have stepped immediately into Eternity, it was then when mine eyes beheld the King in his beauty, when he held out his Golden Sceptre unto me, and took me into his Embraces. Yea, when the Ministers of Christ presented me with the Jewels and Bracelets, and asked me whither I would go with them to Christ; my Soul made a speedy and thankful reply, my Heart and Love is his, and his will I be for ever. O that I were once safe in his Arms! O that I might live with him, and never part! O when shall it be! Come Lord Jesus, come quickly. I remember I have heard it reported of that Reverend, and Holy man of God Master Allen (who lived at as high a rate as most on this side Perfection and Glory) that he was before he died in a very rare seraphic raptures of Joy and Love, so that he could not choose but burst out into unusual Expressions of Praise, such as these: Ten thousand praises to the King of Saints, for the freeness, and riches of his Grace to any poor Soul; let every corner of Heaven ring with Hallelujahs; let all the Angels help me to praise thy incomparable, lovely, and glorious Jesus. O the Joys that he feasts my Soul with I ⟨p. 318⟩who would not be Christs Servant! never did I feel such transcendent, pure Divine Joys, except at the Lords Table; and then indeed I have been oft so raised in Spirit, that my Nature, except sustained by a Miracle, could scarce bear a greater weight of Comfort. O the unspeakable vast satisfying Pleasures that Christ in that Ordinance doth afford some of his sometimes! I have heard another dear Brother say, that for some years together, he scarce ever failed of some notable Token of Love at that great Ordinance. But I would not, instead of comforting, and encouraging the poor Saint;