N01010:419
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.
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.
The Light of thy dear Countenance, It is the thing I only prize; Let not therefore mine ignorance Darken the light of my dim eyes: O let thy face upon me shine, Since I by Faith am wholly thine.
O be my Strength, my Light, my Guide, Always until I come to dye; And from thy paths ne'er let me slide, But light me to Eternity: O let thy face upon me shine, For I my self to thee resign.
O be my Strength, my Light, my Guide, Always until I come to dye; And from thy paths ne're let me slide, But light me to Eternity: O let thy face upon me shine, For I my self to thee resign.
There's many, Lord, who daily cry, Oh! who will show us a•y good? 'Tis in thy self, Lord, it doth lie, Although by few 'tis understood: O let thy face upon me shine, For I by conquest now am thine.
There's many, Lord, who daily cry, Oh! who will shew us a•y good? 'Tis in thy self, Lord, it doth ly, Although by few 'tis understood: O let thy face upon me shine, For I by conquest now am thine.