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

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DIARY OF LORD WARISTON
greived for the offending of him; to God the Son for the merit
of his death and the efficacy of his blood interceading at the
hands of the Fayther for better things nor the blood of Abel,
yea for mercy unto my poor saule non humbled to the gates
of hell; and to the Holy Sprit for to groane and sobbe
unspeakably for me in me and with me unto the Fayther, and
then from him in the blood of the Lambe to wryte in great
letters within my conscience ‘ Remission remission, Reconcilia¬
tion reconciliation.’ Thairafter I, calling to mynd hou oft since
Tuesday afternoone, on Wedensday, Foorsday, Frayday thryse
every day, and nou presently, I had confessed particularly,
mourned unutterably, and cryed for pardone in the blood of
Chryst most ardently, and nou had amended al thos same
sinnes in some measure, I was forced on a sudainte to fall
doune on my knees, and to blisse God for thos tears of godly
sorrou, and to praise' Gods goodnes for them, and comfort
myselth by them as by as many sings of my remission and
Gods reconciliation. Then, remembring my voue at my entree
to the aylay, againe I was forced to sing Haleluia unto God
the Fayther for his love in pardoning, to the Son for his love
in dying meritating my pardone, and to the Holy Sprite for
his love in groaning for me to the Fayther and assuring me of
Gods free love and gracious mercy pardoning al in the blood
of his wealbeloved Son my Lord. Saule, never remember or
\Jol. 36.] read this bot singe honor, praise, and glory to them al three
aeternally, sempiternally, and everlasting.
O saule, never forget, bot to Gods glory ever remember,
hou then the assurance of thy reconciliation, and therby
thy hope nou to be schortly delyvred from al my miseries,
maid al thy body during al the tyme of thy coming up the
long aylay to quaick, trimble, and coldly to schaik as if it
had bein destitut of thy sprits quhilk wer diverted by joie and
hoope, and solese thy body in ane cold schuddering as thou was
at that time quhen Mr. Hery Rollok left the, the first night
of thy trouble. Then, O saule, with quhat ease of mynd, and
confidence in God reconciled, went thou to him and told him
‘ O Fayther, I remember hou thou dated me; I offended the
thou daded me; I cryed in my affliction for pardone and nou
thou art reconciled, thou was ever pourful, but nou I hoope