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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. What Faith hast thou, poor soul, canst thou believe, And steadfastly my benefits receive? ⟨p. 78⟩Dost think that I have power and a heart To save, or help, and free thee from thy smart?
Iesus. What Faith hast thou, poor soul, canst thou believe, And stedfastly my benefits receive? ⟨p. 78⟩Dost think that I have power and a heart To save, or help, and free thee from thy smart?
Youth. My faith, alas, is weak, O send relief, Lord, I believe, O help my unbelief, That precious voice which I did lately hear, Will soon remove my doubts and all my fear. If Love, as well as pity, thou dost show, 'Twill give me joy, and take away my woe. But thou mayst, Lord, my Soul commiserate, And yet may I be in a dying state. Over Jerusalem thou didst Lament, Who had no saving Grace for to repent. Is there in thee such Bowels of compassion, As to bestow thy self and thy Salvation, On such a Worm as I, whose wounded breast is heavy loaded, and would fain have rest? O help, dear Lord; my fainting Soul will dye, Without an answer from thee speedily.
Youth. My faith, alas, is weak, O send relief, Lord, I believe, O help my unbelief, That precious voice which I did lately hear, Will soon remove my doubts and all my fear. If Love, as well as pity, thou dost show, 'Twill give me joy, and take away my wo. But thou mayst, Lord, my Soul commiserate, And yet may I be in a dying state. Over Jerusalem thou didst Lament, Who had no saving Grace for to repent. Is there in thee such Bowels of compassion, As to bestow thy self and thy Salvation, On such a Worm as I, whose wounded brest is heavy loaded, and would fain have rest? O help, dear Lord; my fainting Soul will dye, Without an answer from thee speedily.