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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, Come Youth, cheer up, if this be so indeed, I tell thee then, Christ for thy Soul did bleed, Glad tidings now I unto thee do bring, There's Mercy for thee in the Heavenly King. Christ to appease God's Wrath did hither come, And I am sent by him to call thee home. Rise up, rise up, his blood for to apply, And thou shalt soon be healed perfectly.
Truth, Come Youth, chear up, if this be so indeed, I tell thee then, Christ for thy Soul did bleed, Glad tydings now I unto thee do bring, There's Mercy for thee in the Heav'nly King. Christ to appease God's Wrath did hither come, And I am sent by him to call thee home. Rise up, rise up, his blood for to apply, And thou shalt soon be healed perfectly.
Youth, Ah, could I but believe what thou dost say Unto my Soul, 'twould be a joyful day. Alas, on me a mighty burden lies, I cannot stir, nor power have to rise. Can Lazarus, who in the grave doth lie, Death's cruel Fetters and strong Bands untie? Can he awake? what power has he to strive, When dead, and stinks? alas, he can't revive, Although dead but four days, then how shall I, Who have lain dead in my iniquity Ever since Adam (as it plain appears) Which is indeed above five thousand years? Jehovah which at first my heart did make, Must by his Power it into pieces take; That so he may create my heart-a-new, Ere good from Christ doth to my Soul accrue, 'Tis he must give me power to will and do, And raise me up, ere I can creep or go.
Youth, Ah, could I but believe what thou dost say Unto my Soul, 'twould be a joyful day. Alas, on me a mighty burden lies, I cannot stir, nor power have to rise. Can Lazarus, who in the grave doth lie, Death's cruel Fetters and strong Bands unty? Can he awake? what power has he to strive, When dead, and stinks? alas, he can't revive, Although dead but four days, then how shall I, Who have lain dead in my iniquity Ever since Adam (as it plain appears) Which is indeed above five thousand years? Jehovah which at first my heart did make, Must by his Pow'r it into pieces take; That so he may create my heart-a-new, E're good from Christ doth to my Soul accrue, 'Tis he must give me pow'r to will and do, And raise me up, e're I can creep or go.