War with the Devil or the Young Mans 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 Definition, 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. The Fourth Impression. By B. K. [i.e. Benjamin Keach] |
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A Mystical Hymn of Thanksgiving.
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A Mystical Hymn of Thanksgiving.
My Soul mounts up with Eagles wings,
And unto thee dear God, she sings;
Since thou art on my side,
My Enemies are forc'd to fly,
As soon as they do thee espy;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
And unto thee dear God, she sings;
Since thou art on my side,
My Enemies are forc'd to fly,
As soon as they do thee espy;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
Thou makest Rich by making Poor.
By Poverty add'st to my Store;
Such Grace dost thou provide:
Thou wound'st as well as thou mak'st whole,
And heal'st by wounding of the Soul;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
By Poverty add'st to my Store;
Such Grace dost thou provide:
Thou wound'st as well as thou mak'st whole,
And heal'st by wounding of the Soul;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
Thou mak'st men blind by giving sight,
And turn'st their darkness into light:
These things can't be deny'd.
Thou cloath'st the Soul by making bare,
And giv'st in food when none is there;
Thy Name be gloryfi'd.
And turn'st their darkness into light:
These things can't be deny'd.
Thou cloath'st the Soul by making bare,
And giv'st in food when none is there;
Thy Name be gloryfi'd.
Thou killest by making alive,
By dying do'st the Soul revive,
Which none can do beside:
Thou dost raise up by pulling down,
And by abasing, thou dost crown,
Thy Name be magnify'd.
By dying do'st the Soul revive,
Which none can do beside:
Thou dost raise up by pulling down,
And by abasing, thou dost crown,
Thy Name be magnify'd.
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By making bitter thou mak'st sweet,
And mak'st each crooked thing to meet,
I'th' Soul which thou hast try'd:
The fruitless tree thou mak'st to grow,
And the green tree dost overthrow;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
And mak'st each crooked thing to meet,
I'th' Soul which thou hast try'd:
The fruitless tree thou mak'st to grow,
And the green tree dost overthrow;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
The conquered the conquest gains;
By being beat, the field obtains,
Which makes me therefore cry,
Lord while I live upon the Earth,
Since thou hast wrought the second birth,
Thy Name I'le magnify.
By being beat, the field obtains,
Which makes me therefore cry,
Lord while I live upon the Earth,
Since thou hast wrought the second birth,
Thy Name I'le magnify.
Thou mak'st men wise by 'coming fools;
By emptying, thou fill'st their Souls,
Such Grace dost thou provide:
By making weary, thou giv'st rest,
That which seem'd worst, proves for the best;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
By emptying, thou fill'st their Souls,
Such Grace dost thou provide:
By making weary, thou giv'st rest,
That which seem'd worst, proves for the best;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
Thou art far off, and also neer,
And not confin'd, but ev'ry where.
And on the clouds dost ride.
O thou art Love, and also Light;
There's none can go out of thy sight;
Thy Name be magnify'd.
And not confin'd, but ev'ry where.
And on the clouds dost ride.
O thou art Love, and also Light;
There's none can go out of thy sight;
Thy Name be magnify'd.
Lord, thou art great and also good,
And sit'st upon the mighty flood,
By whom all hearts are try'd:
Though thou art Three, yet art but One,
And comprehended art of none;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
And sit'st upon the mighty flood,
By whom all hearts are try'd:
Though thou art Three, yet art but One,
And comprehended art of none;
Thy Name be glorify'd.
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