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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 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.
Lord, let my Morning be more bright, And my Sun shine to the' perfect day; And let mine Eyes have stronger sight, That I behold its glory may. O let thy face upon me shine, Since God by Gift has made it thine.
Lord, let my Morning be more bright, And my Sun shine to th' perfect day; And let mine Eyes have stronger sight, That I behold its glory may. O let thy face upon me shine, Since God by Gift has made it thine.
Lord shine and make my heart more soft, And temper it, the seal to take; Make it according as it ought, Lord do•t for thy own Names sake. O let thy face upon me shine, Since by sweet Contract I am thine.