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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
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
Youth, I am a Sinner, and my heart doth bleed, My sin-sick Soul doth a sweet Saviour need, My Conscience tells me that I am most vile, And grievously, for sin, doth me turmoil.
Truth. No Saviour can you have, unless you do Resolve to leave your Sins, and let them go: Nor for your Wounds is there a help, be sure, 'Till Causes be removed which do procure, And bring on you that pain and bitter smart, Which you cry out of in your part.
Truth. No Saviour can you have, unless you do Resolve to leave your Sins, and let them go: Nor for your Wounds is there a help, be sure, 'Till Causes be remov'd which do procure, And bring on you that pain and bitter smart, Which you cry out of in your part.
Youth. My trembling Soul's amazed and filled with fear; Another way, Oh Truth! thy course I'll steer; I must forsake all evil ways, for I Do see the danger and the Misery, Which doth attend the way that I am in, Whilst I do keep and hug my cursed sin. There's scarce a night which passeth o'er my head, But dread I do the making of my Bed; ⟨p. 30⟩(Ere Morning comes) in the sad depths of Hell. My Conscience therefore now does me compel To bid adieu to all sweet joy and pleasure, To Lies and Fraud and all unlawful treasure, In sports and games I•ll take no more delight, But contrariwise I'll PRAY both day and night, Conscience has overcome me with his gripes, Tr•th follows him so with his threatened stripes, The wall's broke down, the Old Man runs away, And Conscience follows close to cut and s•ay: And threatens too no Quarter he will give, And seems before him every thing to drive, Lust forced is in Corners now to to ly, Where it doth hide it self most secretly, And watcheth also, thinking for to get An opportunity once more to set, And fall on Conscience, which it doth disdain, 'Cause Conscience says Corruption must be slain, I side with him, because I would have peace, But still 'tis doubtful when these Wars will cease.