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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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Let not the Sun Eclipsed be, Nor any dark Cloud interpose Between thy self (dear Christ) and me, Who art that blessed Sharon's Rose: O let thy face upon me shine, Since thou by choice hast made me thine.
LEt not the Sun Eclipsed be, Nor any dark Cloud interpose Between thy self (dear Christ) and me, Who art that blessed Sharon's Rose: O let thy face upon me shine, Since thou by choice hast made me thine.
Always let me walk in the Light, Till Grace doth me with Glory crown; Turn not my Morning into Night, Nor let my Sun go down; O let thy face upon me shine, Since by dear Purchase I am thine.
Let not thick Fogs, O Lord, arise From the gross Lump of inward Earth, To the' hiding of the glorious Skies, The thoughts of that's as bad as Death: O let thy Face upon me shine, Since by Adoption I am thine.
Let not thick Fogs, O Lord, arise From the gross Lump of inward Earth, To th' hiding of the glorious Skies, The thoughts of that's as bad as Death: O let thy Face upon me shine, Since by Adoption I am thine.