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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. What sayest thou now? how canst thou sleep in peace, Until these inward gripes of Conscience cease? How canst thou think in the' least thy state is good, When Conscience swells & makes so great a flood? Or raises storms and tempests in thy breast? Because of sin he will not let thee rest. Come, make a search, Conscience is not misled, The very Truth before thee he has spread. What will you do at death and Judgment day, If Conscience thus you slight and disobey? Make peace with God, for worser are his cries, Than if ten thousand witnesses should rise Against thy Soul; 'twill be a dreadful thing To have thy Conscience then to bite and sting.
Truth. What say'st thou now? how can'st thou sleep in peace, Until these inward gripes of Conscience cease? How canst thou think i'th' least thy state is good, When Conscience swells & makes so great a flood? Or raises storms and tempests in thy brest? Because of sin he will not let thee rest. Come, make a search, Conscience is not misled, The very Truth before thee he has spread. What will you do at death and Judgment day, If Conscience thus you slight and disobey? Make peace with God, for worser are his cryes, Than if ten thousand witnesses should rise Against thy Soul; 'twill be a dreadful thing To have thy Conscience then to bite and sting.
Youth, Some comfort, Truth, alas, my Soul doth melt, Such gripes as these, what Man has ever felt? I have some doubt my state is very nought, […] that Conversion is not truly wrought. ⟨p. 65⟩My heart condemns me and doth me reprove; 'Tis thou alone which canst my grief remove.
Youth, Some comfort, Truth, alas, my Soul doth melt, Such gripes as these, what Man has ever felt? I have some doubt my state is very nought, 〈…〉 that Conversion is not truly wrought. ⟨p. 65⟩My heart condemns me and doth me reprove; 'Tis thou alone which canst my grief remove.