Series 1 > Diary of Sir Archibald Johnston of Wariston 1632-1639

MEMENTO QUAMDIU VIVAS
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wald delyver the totally and finaly. Heir thou called to mynd
that the day befor, thou meditating on that saying that faith
is ane scheild against the fiery dairts of sinne, thou thou
thought it was treu against Sathan accusing for sinne com¬
mitted, hot not against his tentations to iniquitie. O saule,
hou blissed thou the Lord for this refraisching of the with the
fat things of his house, evin then, quhil thou was starving for
want, hou sensibly cryed thou then, ‘ O Lord, how amiable ar
thy tabernacles and blissed ar they that duell in thy house,
for they schal stil be praising the and seing the beaute of thy
sanctuary.’ Hou greedily looked thou bak to the kirk againe
after thy outcoming, blissing the verry place and the tyme of
Gods kyndnes to the; hou going home, and in thy sisters
chalmer, told thou over unto the Lord with many tears, sighs,
and sobs al thy three unsupportable burdens, and al the three
remedies quherof he had spokin to the in his word, praying
him instantly to uphald the under thos by thir until his tyme
of dely vring the from them al; yea, wissed thou not in thy
heart that God wald rayther contineu the in thir troubles with
this sense of thy miserie and his mercie, nor to chainge both.
Afternoone, being in thy auine chalmer in the Schenes, re¬
member thou poured againe thy heart out befor God lyk
waiter, above al praying him, if he hes nothing to doe with the
in this world for his glory and the weal of his saints, evin to
haisten thy dely vrie from wordly miserie, and by thy death .to
glorifie himselfth, to aedifie his saints and thy freinds, and to
saive ane distressed saule.
On Wedensday morning, the 17 of Julie, thou meditated on, LM W ]
and applyed to thy auine prayer, the 102 Psal., ‘ Hear my 17 u'
prayer, O Lord.’ Quhen thou read thos verses (‘By reason of the
voice of my groaning my bones cleave unto my skinne. I am
lyk a pelican of the wildernes: I am lyk ane oule of the desart:
I watche, and am as a sparrou alone upon the house top. I
haive mingled my drink with weaping, becaus of thyne indigna¬
tion : for thou hast lifted me up, and cast me doune’), O saule,
thought thou not that the Sprite of God was thair of a purpos,
descryving thy present estaite and of no other bodies. O hou
dejected was thou beyond al expression, and hou greadily took
thyselth to the 17 v., ‘ He wil regard the prayer of the destitute,