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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.
Truth. Conscience, forbear, you need not to enlarge; If you do lay these things unto his charge, He is undone, alas! his precious Soul Is under wrath; who can enough condole His sad estate? the Gospel he'll profess, But still remains in the' gall of bitterness. Is this the Saint which seemed so precise, And did appear God's Statutes much to prize? ⟨p. 57⟩A Saint in show, a Devil in his heart; And must with Devils also have a part This day is coming, and is very near, When Hypocrites shall be surprised with fear; The everlasting burning fiery Lake. Is made more hot on purpose for his sake But since you are not seared, nor I yet gone, Before we leave him quite do you go on; Let us pursue him still, for who doth know What God may yet upon his spirit do? If God grant him one dram of saving Grace, That will yet do; though 'tis a doubtful case, Whether or no God will his Grace afford To such as he, who thus offend the Lord, For such whom Satan doth this way deceive, 'Tis hard to bring them truly to believe. He never was convinced thoroughly, Of Sin, and of his natural misery. His lost estate he truly never saw, Nor what it is for to transgress God's Law, How he's undone thereby he never knew, Nor what for sin original was due. And as he did for sin ne'er kindly bleed: So of a Christ he never saw the need. The absolute want and great necessity Of JESUS Christ, he never did espy. But on false bottoms he has built 'tis clear; I do conjure you therefore to declare Him utterly unclean from top to toe, And let him understand you are his Foe. The Plague is in his head, and no place free, But in his heart it rages vehemently. ⟨p. 58⟩Lance him unto the quick, and make him feel, Lay on such blows as may cause him to reel.
Truth. Conscience, forbear, you need not to inlarge; If you do lay these things unto his charge, He is undone, alas! his precious Soul Is under wrath; who can enough condole His sad estate? the Gospel he'l profess, But still remains i'th' gall of bitterness. Is this the Saint which seemed so precise, And did appear God's Statutes much to prize? ⟨p. 57⟩A Saint in shew, a Devil in his heart; And must with Devils also have a part This day is coming, and is very near, When Hypocrites shall be surpriz'd with fear; The everlasting burning fiery Lake. Is made more hot on purpose for his sake But since you are not sear'd, nor I yet gone, Before we leave him quite do you go on; Let us pursue him still, for who doth know What God may yet upon his spirit do? If God grant him one dram of saving Grace, That will yet do; though 'tis a doubtful case, Whether or no God will his Grace afford To such as he, who thus offend the Lord, For such whom Satan doth this way deceive, 'Tis hard to bring them truly to believe. He never was convinced thorowly, Of Sin, and of his nat'ral misery. His lost estate he truly never saw, Nor what it is for to transgress God's Law, How he's undone thereby he never knew, Nor what for sin original was due. And as he did for sin ne're kindly bleed: So of a Christ he never saw the need. The absolute want and great necessity Of JESUS Christ, he never did espy. But on false bottoms he has built 'tis clear; I do conjure you therefore to declare Him utterly unclean from top to toe, And let him understand you are his Foe. The Plague is in his head, and no place free, But in his heart it rages vehemently.