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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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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 •l•d? 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 pie•ced? Lord Jesus, why? Didst suffer •or thy own i•i••ity? ⟨p. 64⟩There was no sin, I' •e sure, nor guilt in thee That caused thy pains; didst thou not die for me? Didst thou not Justice fully satisfy, And pay the Debt? Must I in Prison lie, When Restitution's made in the' highest degree? Oh, come• and set my Soul at liberty, Knock off these bolts and chains, and bring me forth Out of this pit, deep Mi••, and bands of Death. Lord, must I bleed? did I not bleed before In thy sad Wounds? can Justice challenge more? O, shall my heart-strings break? my Soul doth groan I languish, Lord, whilst thou standest looking on. Lord, dost thou hear the Ravens when they cry? And wilt thou not my present wants supply? Wilt thou the door of Mercy ne'er unlock? Lord, open unto me, now I do knock. O Son of David, help; think on thy Word, And unto me some Mercy, Lord, afford.
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 know'st my grief, and where my pain doth lie, Canst thou not ease my deeply wounded Soul, Who in my blood am forc'd to lie and roul? 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?