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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, 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.
Truth. Before you have a Plaster for your sore, Your wound must yet be searched a little more: If slightly healed only for present ease, The Remedy's as bad as the Disease. Dost know what time thou didst this wound receive 'Tis worser far, I fear, than you believe: 'Tis deep, it stinks▪ yea, and 'tis venomous; And doth expose thee to God's dreadful Curse. The sting or dart sticks fast too in thy Liver, Which doth thy smart and bitter pains procure. Thy state is bad, thou hast thy mortal wound, No Limb, or any part of thee is sound; If thou couldst live, and never more offend, Yet by the Law thy Soul is quite condemned: If from all actual sin you should be clear, Yet by the Law you still most guilty are Of former Crimes, Treason and Felony, And justice doth aloud for Vengeance cry, Nor will she pardon, or reprieve give forth To any Sinner living on the Earth. Against thee too the Sentence is forth gone, And the' Day of Execution doth draw on: Nought is between thee and eternal Death; But some short hours of uncertain breath: Sin is so vile, and Justice so severe, That in the least 'twould not Christ Jesus spare; But Justice he must fully satisfy, Who came to be man's blest Security. ⟨p. 66⟩