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War with the devil, or, The young man's conflict with the powers of darkness,…
War with the devil, or, The young man's conflict with the powers of darkness, in a dialogue discovering the corruption and vanity of youth, the horrible nature of sin, and deplorable condition of fallen man, also, a description of the power and rule of conscience, and the nature of true conversion. : To which is added, an appendix, containing a dialogue between an old apostate and a young professor, worthy the perusal of all, but chiefly intended for the instruction of the younger sort. / By B.K. author of Zion in distress, or The groans of the Protestant church.War with the devil, or, The young man's conflict with the powers of darkness, in a dialogue discovering the corruption and vanity of youth, the horrible nature of sin, and deplorable condition of fallen man, also, a description of the power and rule of conscience, and the nature of true conversion. : To which is added, an appendix, containing a dialogue between an old apostate and a young professor, worthy the perusal of all, but chiefly intended for the instruction of the younger sort. / By B.K. author of Sion in distress, or The groans of the Protestant church.
New York: printed by William Bradford, 1707
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Youth in his Unconverted state.Youth in his Ʋnconverted state.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Conscience. O cursed wretch! darest thou thy heart commend? Come tremble Soul, and it to pieces rend, Don't I most clearly in thy heart behold Most horrid lust, 'twould shame thee were it told: All rottenness and filthy do I espy, In that base heart of thine to lurk and lie: There Vipers breed and many a Cockatrice; The spawn of every Sin and evil Vice. Like a Sepulchre, Soul, thou art within, N•ught's there but stink and putrefying sin, Out from thy heart all evil doth ascend, And yet wilt thou thy filthy heart commend? And dost thou think thy state good for to be, Cause thou dost find many as bad as thee? You are so naught, if you from sin don't turn, You must for sin in Hell forever burn, Except ye do repent. Truth tells you plain, You perish must, •n everlasting pain.
Conscience. O cutsed wretch! dar'st thou thy heart commend? Come tremble Soul, and it to pieces rend, Don't I most clearly in thy heart behold Most horrid lust, 'twould shame thee were it told: All rottenness and filthy do I espy, In that base heart of thine to lurk and lie: There Vipers breed and many a Cockatrice; The spawn of every Sin and evil Vice. Like a Sepulchre, Soul, thou art within, N•ught's there but stink and putrifying sin, Out from thy heart all evil doth ascend, And yet wilt thou thy filthy heart commend? And dost thou think thy state good for to be, Cause thou dost find many as bad as thee? You are so naught, if you from sin don't turn, You must for sin in Hell forever burn, Except ye do repent. Truth tells you plain, You perish must, •n everlasting pain.
Youth. Well, say no more, if this be so, I must Go unto Truth again, or I shall burst; My heart will break, I clearly do discern, I therefore now must yield, and also learn ⟨p. 27⟩What's my state, my Nature, Oh! that I did know, Come, Truth, I pray, will you this favour show. As to explain this thing to me more clear, For Conscience doth my Soul with horror scare, Is he i'th' right, Oh Truth, or is he wrong? I find Convictions in me very strong. What is my state? declare it unto me, And set my troubled Soul at Liberty.