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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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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.
Lord, in the Light I thee enjoy, And with thy Saints Communion have, No Devil can that soul destroy, Whom thou intendest for to save: O let thy face upon me shine▪ For I can •ay, Lord, thou art mine.
Let not the Sun only appear, For to enlighten my dark heart; But to poor Souls both far and near, The self-same Glory. Lord, impart: O let thy face upon them shine As it doth now, dear▪ God, on mine.