ngry God! Oh! what shall I
do! Is there no hope of mercy?" In this agony he lay for some time. Some
said, The minister would kill him,--Others, He would make him despair.
But he bore with them, and went to a secret place, where he sought
words from God to speak to this patient.

After this another minister came to visit him, to whom he said, "He hath
slain me," and before the minister could answer for himself said, "Not
he, but the Spirit of God in him." The minister said, Not I, but the law
hath slain you, and withal told him of the process the Lord had against
the house of Kenmuir. The other minister read the history of Manasseh,
and of his wicked life, and how the Lord was intreated of by him. But
the former minister[58] went still upon wrath, telling him, He knew he
was extremely pained both in body and mind, but what would he think of
the lake of fire and brimstone, of everlasting burning and of utter
darkness with the devil and his angels. My lord answered, "Woe is me, if
I should suffer my thoughts to dwell upon it any time, it were enough to
cause me go out of my senses, but I pray you, what shall I do?" The
minister told him he was still in the same situation, only the sentence
was not given out, and therefore desired him to mourn for offending God.
And farther said, What, my lord, if Christ had given out the sentence of
condemnation against you, and come to your bed-side and told you of it,
would you not still love him, trust in him, and hang upon him? He
answered, "God knoweth I durst not challenge him, howbeit he should slay
me, I will still love him; yea though the Lord should slay me, yet will
I trust in him, I will ly down at God's feet, let him trample upon me, I
will die, if I die, at Christ's feet." The minister, finding him
claiming kindness to Christ, and hearing him often cry, O Son of God,
where art thou, when wilt thou come to me! Oh! for a love-look! said, Is
it possible, my lord, that you can love and long for Christ, and he not
love and long for you? Can love and kindness stand only on your side? Is
your poor love more than infinite love, seeing he hath said Isa. xlix.
15. _Can a woman forget_, &c.? My lord, be persuaded yourself, you are
graven upon the palms of God's hands. Upon this, he, with a hearty
smile, looked about to a gentleman (one of his attendants) and said, I
am written, man, upon the palms of Christ's hands, he will not forget
me, is not this brave talking.

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