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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
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Youth in his Unconverted state.Youth in his Ʋnconverted state.
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Since 'twas for thee thy precious Lord did die, He can't thy Soul of saving Grace deny; Give him no rest, 'till more he doth give forth, For to complete in thee the second Birth, Be earnest with him, strive to hold him fast, And thou, like Jacob, wilt prevail at last. ⟨p. 73⟩Though he at first may seem to stop his Ear, Y•t importunity will make him hear. Thy time, I'm sure, it is the time of love, And thy deep wounds will make him from above To pity thee, and for to cast an eye, As thou polluted in thy blood dost lye; What e'er is needful to thee, he will give, And raise thee up to life, and make thee live; Yea, manifest to thee such consolation, As for to clothe thee with his own salvation. Come, make a trial, and do not despair, Look up to Heaven, Soul, thy help is there.
Since 'twas for thee thy precious Lord did die, He can't thy Soul of saving Grace deny; Give him no rest, 'till more he doth give forth, For to compleat in thee the second Birth, Be earnest with him, strive to hold him fast, And thou, like Jacob, wilt prevail at last. ⟨p. 73⟩Though he at first may seem to stop his Ear, Y•t importunity will make him hear. Thy time, I'm sure, it is the time of love, And thy deep wounds will make him from above To pity thee, and for to cast an eye, As thou polluted in thy blood dost lye; What e're is needful to thee, he will give, And raise thee up to life, and make thee live; Yea, manifest to thee such consolation, As for to cloath thee with his own salvation. Come, make a tryal, and do not despair, Look up to Heaven, Soul, thy help is there.
Youth. Thy Counsel I resolve to take with speed, If 'twas for me Christ on the cross did bleed; I will send up a sigh, a bitter groan, And earnestly implore his gracious Throne. Most Holy God, who dwellest in the light, Ah, What am I before thee in thy sight; Wilt thou attend, or listen to my Cry, Thou knowest my grief, and where my pain doth lie, Canst thou not ease my deeply wounded Soul, Who in my blood am forced to lie and roll? Is there no Balm in Gilead, is there none? Into dark silence then, Lord, I'e be gone. Where are thy Bowels, is thy Mercy ld? Lord, think upon the Blood Christ Jesus shed; If thou can't heal my Soul of all its grief, Then let me perish without al relief. Why were thy sides pieced? Lord Jesus, why? Didst suffer or thy own iiity?