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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.
Youth, God has bestowed on me his precious Grace, That I abhor the thoughts of giving place To thee, O Satan, though thou dost entice, God will preserve my Soul from deadly vice; But if through weakness him I should offend, In Bowels he'll to me his pardon send. Christ is my Advocate; God will pass by All sins of Weakness and Infirmity. Although he use the Rod, his precious Love I'm sure from me he never will remove.
Youth, God has bestow'd on me his precious Grace, That I abhor the thoughts of giving place To thee, O Satan, though thou dost entice, God will preserve my Soul from deadly vice; But if through weakness him I should offend, In Bowels he'l to me his pardon send. Christ is my Advocate; God will pass by All sins of Weakness and Infirmity. Although he use the Rod, his precious Love I'm sure from me he never will remove.
Devil. Your hopes will fail, alas, black clouds will hide Your glorious Sun, your steps will quickly sli•e; Your morning's bright, but soon 'twill over-cast, And all your joy will scarce a moment last. Though Truth doth now thy present state commend, Yet you will find the Proverb's true in the' end, That the young Saint will an old Devil be; You'll die and perish in Apostasy.
Devil. Your hopes will fail, alas, black clouds will hide Your glorious Sun, your steps will quickly sli•e; Your morning's bright, but soon 'twill over-cast, And all your joy will scarce a moment last. Though Truth doth now thy present state commend, Yet you will find the Proverb's true i'th' end, That the young Saint will an old Devil be; You'l die and perish in Apostasie.
Youth. 'Cause thou hast lost thy former happy state, With malice thou stirrest up thy bitter hate Against my Soul, thou showest thy wicked spite, But thy vile teeth are broke, thou canst not bite. Thou dost on me cast forth an envious frown, Because thou hast forever lost thy Crown.