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

DIARY, 1637-1639
ing; I acknouledged the Lords heiring and granting, evin above
my desyre or conception, my prayer in Inglistons yaird, 1
Januar 1637, and his giving me manifold occasions of praysing
him according to my desyre, promise, and voue then ; and so,
holding my hand on this yeirs paipers, I confessed my con¬
tinual transgressions and magnified the Lord for his continual
favors, quhairof som thairin is relaited. Then, contineuing in
the exercise at the Lords direction, I went through in prayer Prayer,
the 25 Psal, craiving that, seing I lifted up my saule unto the 25 Psai.
Lord and trusted in him, he wald not let me be aschamed, nor
my enemies, spritual or bodily, triumphe over me; that he
wald let non that wayte on him, especyaly his saints in his
auin cause nou on the yrons, be aschamed, bot rayther thairs
and his auin enemies; that he wald scheu me his wayes and [/«/. 2&]
teatch me his paithes, lead me in his treuth and teatch, for he
is the God of my salvation on quhom I wayte al the day.
‘ Remember, O Lord, thy tender mercies (in forgiving) and thy
loving kyndnes (in giving); for they haive bein ever of old to
me. Remember not the sines of my youth, nor my transgres¬
sions (since my calling). According to thy mercie remember
thou me, for thy goodnes saik. Thou art good and upright:
thairfor according to thy promise teatch me, a miserable sinner,
in the way. Number me among thy meik on, and then guide
me in judgment (quhilk is my calling and especyaly in thy auin
cause), and teatch me thy waye. Al thy paiths haith ever
bein mercie and treuth unto me, let me find the continuance
of the samin. For thy naimes saik pardon myne iniquitie, for
it is great (O Lord, my saul acknouledgeth it is great above al
expression). Thou haist maid me, and yet maik me, to fear
the ; teatch me in the way (especyaly of my calling, and yet
mor particularly in thy cause) that I schal choose. Maik my
saule to duell at ease, and my seed to inherit the earth (with
a submission of my wil to thyne). Let thy secreit he with me,
(as I am forced to acknouledge I haive found it) and scheu to
me thy covenant. Myne eies ar ever towards the; according
to thy promise pluck thou my feet out of the nett. Turne
thou unto me, and haive mercie on me, for I am desolat and
afflicted. Look upon my paine, or forgive my sins. I magnifie
the that the troubles of my heart ar not inlarged, and that