286 LIVES OF THE PURITANS. words to set forth a little of that excellency ! But it is in- expressible. Oh, how excellent and glorious is the precious Jesus ! He is altogether lovely. Oh, my friends, stand and wonder ! Come, look upon a dyingman and wonder. Was there ever greater kindness ? Were there ever more sensible manifestations of rich grace? Oh, whyme, Lord ?. why me? Surely this is akin to heaven. And if I were never to enjoy more than this, it is more than a sufficient recompence for all the torments that men and devils could inflict. If this be dying, it is sweet. This bed is soft. Christ's arms, and smiles, and love, surely would turn hell into heaven. Oh that you did but see and teel what I do ! Behold a dying man, more cheerful than you ever 'saw a man in health and in the midst of his sweetest worldly enjoyments ! Oh, sirs, worldly pleasures are poor, pitiful, sorry things, when comparedwith this glory now in my soul. Why should any of you be so sad, when I am so glad ? This is the hour that I have waited for." Mr. J aneway took his leave of his friends every evening, hoping that he should see them no more till the morning of the resurrection. He exhorted them to make sure of a comfortable meeting in a better world. He entreated those about him to Assist him in praises. " Oh," said he, " help me to praise God ! Henceforth, to eternity, I have nothing else to do but to love and praise the Lord. I have my soul's desires on earth. I cannot tell what to pray for which is not already given me. The wants capable of being supplied in this world are supplied. I want only one thing, and that is a speedy lift to heaven. I expect no more here. I desire no more. . I can bear no more. Oh, praise! praise ! praise ! that boundless love, which hath Wonderfully looked upon my soul, and bath donb more for me than for thousands of his children. Bless the Lord, 0 my soul ; and all that is within me, bless his holy name !' 0 my friends, help me, help me, to admire and praise him, who bath done such astonishing wonders for my soul ! He bath pardoned all my sins, and bath filled me with his goodness. He hath given me grace and glory, and no good thing bathhe withholden from me. All ye mighty angels, help me to praise God. Let every thing that bath being help me to praise him. Praise is my work now, and -will be my work for ever. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah !" During his sickness he found the word of God sweet to his soul, especially the fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth chapters of John's gospel, and the fifty-fourth
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