CHAP. 76. John Shultis, Primate of Kutteberg.
BEing about h to come on the Scaffold he com∣forted himself with the words of the Psalme, Why art thou so sad O my soule? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for his salvation given to me.
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BEing about h to come on the Scaffold he com∣forted himself with the words of the Psalme, Why art thou so sad O my soule? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise him for his salvation given to me.
When that he was gone a little further he said, The righteous seem to dye in the eyes of fools, but in∣deede they go to their rest; and a little after, Lord Jesus Christ thou hast promised, that who so comes un∣to thee, thou wilt not cast him off. Behold I now come, look upon me, have pitty on me, pardon my sinnes, re∣ceive my soul to thy self; then he threw himselfe upon his face, stretching out his hands, and crying with a loud voice, Come, come Lord Iesus and do not tarry: and lifting himself upon his knees, he received the stroke of the sword; his head was car∣ryed to Kutteberg, and was fixed on a stake before the Gate.