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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.
Let me with the Celestial Angels sing, And make thy praises round the world to ring, Thou'st brought my Soul out of the lowest pit, And in the paths of Zion set my feet, Thou hast from Darkness brought me into Light, And to my eyes thou hast restored sight, Nay, hast my Soul saved from Eternal death And shall not I thy praises, Lord, sing forth? O let my tongue, my heart, and life make known The favour, Lord, which to me thou hast shown Let me aloft, by thy best Grace, aspire To sound thy praise with the Celestial Quire. With swift winged Cherubims, Lord, let me join, To magnify that glorious Name of thine. Let not remainders of the flesh disturb My precious peace that's new▪ O do thou curb, ⟨p. 82⟩Yea, kill and crucify each evil thought, With vengeance let those Rebels down be brought, And let me on the Earth live all my days Unto thy Glory and transcendent praise. And then, great God, when these short days are o'er, With Seraphims I'll sing for evermore.
Let me with the Coelestial Angels sing, And make thy praises round the world to ring, Thou'st brought my Soul out of the lowest pit, And in the paths of Sion set my feet, Thou hast from Darkness brought me into Light, And to my eyes thou hast restored sight, Nay, hast my Soul sav'd from Eternal death And shall not I thy praises, Lord, sing forth? O let my tongue, my heart, and life make known The favour, Lord, which to me thou hast shown Let me aloft, by thy best Grace, aspire To sound thy praise with the Coelestial Quire. With swift wing'd Cherubims, Lord, let me joyn, To magnifie that glorious Name of thine. Let not remainders of the flesh disturb My precious peace that's new▪ O do thou curb, ⟨p. 82⟩Yea, kill and crucifie each evil thought, With vengeance let those Rebels down be brought, And let me on the Earth live all my days Unto thy Glory and transcendent praise. And then, great God, when these short days are o're, With S•raphims I'll sing for evermore.