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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.
Jesus. Come, cease thy grief, what is't thou dost desire? My Soul doth melt, my heart is set on fire, My bowels yearn, I longer can't refrain From tears, as well as thee I am in pain: Thy wounds afflict me, and thy bitter cry Doth pierce my heart, I know thy misery ▪ ⟨image ?⟩What is it, Soul? speak forth thy mind to me; What dost thou crave, or shall I do for thee? Come, ope thy heart to me, for I am nigh Thy suit to grant, thy want: for to supply.
Iesus. Come, cease thy grief, what is't thou dost desire? My Soul doth melt, my heart is set on fire, My bowels yearn, I longer can't refrain From tears, as well as thee I am in pain: Thy wounds afflict me, and thy bitter cry Doth pierce my heart, I know thy misery ▪ ⟨image ?⟩What is it, Soul? speak forth thy mind to me; What dost thou crave, or shall I do for thee? Come, ope thy heart to me, for I am nigh Thy suit to grant, thy want: for to supply.
Youth. 'Tis not for Riches, nor for pleasure here, Nor Honours, which by men so prized are, Nor length of days, Lord, do I seek or crave, 'Tis something else my Soul doth long to have, The Earth's a blast, and all the World's a bubble: There's nothing in't can ease me of my trouble. Such is my state, nought but thy hand can save, 'Tis thou must raise dead Laz'r•s from the grave. Knock off these bolts, and set thy Prisoner free, And give thy grace (Lord JESUS) unto me. My fainting Spirit comfort and refresh, O spare my Soul, but crucify the flesh; Complete thy Work (Lord Jesus) on my heart, And thy own Righteousness to me impart. There's nought, I see, will do me any good, Save the dear Merit of thy Precious Blood. My bleeding Soul will faint away and dye, If thou dost not thy Blood with speed apply. How has my panting breast sent many groan, With bitter tears unto thy gracious Throne, For one sweet look and aspect of thine Eye? There's nothing else which will me satisfy: Oh! manifest thy Love unto my soul, For that will cure me and soon make me whole. My gasping Soul's dissolved into ears, Whilst pleased with hopes, and yet possessed with fears