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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.
And how I did oft-times to you declare The bitter torments which you then must bear, And what your Pride and Lust would bring you to, If you did not resolve to let them go. Ah! thou'lt see how thou art quite undone, And how all hopes for evermore are gone. Thoughts of those golden Seasons once you had, And vainly lost, will then be very sad. Thou mightst, hadst thou improved the means of Grace Beheld, with Saints, Gods reconciled face And entered Paradise, where Angels sing Anthems of Joy to the Eternal King; Thou mightst have sung to him melodious Psalms With those whose hands shall bear triumphant Palms Who with Eternal love shall ravished be, Reigning with CHRIST to all Eternity. Heaven is a place whose Glory doth excel; The Thousand part of it no tongue can tell Man's heart (Truth says) cannot in the' least conceive What those shall have who truly do believe. Who would lose Christ and his immortal treasure, For one base Lust and moments time of pleasure? ⟨p. 63⟩But if what's said of Heaven will not invite thee, Then let hell-torments with black vengeance fright thee And make thee yield to Truth without delays, Before God puts a period to thy days. As Eye can neither see nor Tongue express, The glory which Gods Saints in heaven possess: So there's no man which can conceive the woe, That Souls shut up in hell do undergo. If men could number all the stars of Heaven Or count the dust which by the wind is driven, Or tell the drops of water in the seas, Or count the Sands, then might a man with ease Declare the nature of that dreadful pain, Which damned Souls forever must sustain. But Stars, nor Dust, nor Drops, nor Sands can be Numbered by any man, neither can be Express the nature of God's dreadful ire, Which Souls lie under in Eternal fire. In Hell all's darkness, not one beam of Light: Whats greater sorrow than eternal Night? In Hell all's Death, and yet there is no dying, Nought there is heard but most hideous crying, Their pains end not, from it there's no exemption, Their Cries admit no help, there's no redemption, Nor none to pity them, nor hear their groans Whist they do make their lamentable moans. The Lord who died will then rejoice to see, Vengeance poured forth upon those Souls that be Vessels of Wrath, who for rejecting Grace Must have their portion in that doleful place, No Earthly pain or torment can declare The woeful Anguish which the Damned bear;
And how I did oft-times to you declare The bitter torments which you then must bear, And what your Pride and Lust would bring you to, If you did not resolve to let them go. Ah! thou'lt see how thou art quite undone, And how all hopes for evermore are gone. Thoughts of those golden Seasons once you had, And vainly lost, will then be very sad. Thou might'st, hadst thou improv'd the means of Grace Beheld, with Saints, Gods reconciled face And enter'd Paradice, where Angels sing Anthems of Joy to the Eternal King; Thou might'st have sung to him melodious Psalms With those whose hands shall bear triumphant Palms Who with Eternal love shall ravish'd be, Reigning with CHRIST to all Eternity. Heaven is a place whose Glory doth excel; The Thousand part of it no tongue can tell Man's heart (Truth says) cannot i'th' least conceive What those shall have who truly do believe. Who would lose Christ and his immortal treasure, For one base Lust and moments time of pleasure?