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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 Spritual Hymn.
 
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A Spritual Hymn.

The Sun doth now begin to shine,
And breaketh forth yet more and more,
Mere darkness was that Light of mine,
Which I commended heretofore.
I was involved in my sin;
Had day without, but night within.
My former days I did compare,
Unto the sweet and lovely Spring;
I thought That time it was as rare,
As when the chirping Birds do sing:
But I was blind, I now do see
There was no Spring nor Light in me.

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My Spring it was the Winter-time,
Yea, like the midst of cold December;
The Sun was gone out of my Clime,
And also I do now remember
My heart was cold as any stone,
My leaves were off, and sap was gone.
God is a Sun, a Shield also,
The Glory of the World is He;
True Light alone from him doth flow,
And he has now enlightned me:
The Sun doth his sweet beams display,
Like to the dawning of the day.
How precious is't to see the Sun,
When in the morning it doth rise,
And shineth in our Horizon,
To th'clearing of the cloudy Skies!
The misty Fogs by his strong Light,
Are vanish'd quite out of our sight.
Thus doth the Lord in my poor heart,
By his strong beams and glorious rayes,
The light from darkness clearly part,
And makes in me rare shining dayes.
Though Fogs appear and Clouds do rise,
He doth expel them from mine eyes.
Were there no glorious Lamp above,
What dark confusion would be here!
If God should quite the Sun remove,
How would the Seaman do to steer!
My Soul's the World, and Christ's the Sun,
If he shines not, I am undone.

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In Winter things hang down their head,
Until Sol's beams do them revive;
So I in sin lay buried,
Till Jesus Christ made me alive:
Alas my heart was Ice and Snow,
Till Sun did shine, and Winds did blow.
Until warm Gales of Heav'nly Wind
Did sweetly blow, and Sun did dart
Its Light in me, I could not find
No heat within my inward part;
Then blow thou Wind, and shine thou Sun,
To make my Soul a lively one.
In nat'ral men there is a Light,
Which for their sins doth them reprove;
And yet are they but in the night,
And not renewed from above:
The Moon is given (it is clear)
To guide men who in darkness are,
The Sun for brightness doth exceed
The Stars of Heaven, or the Moon;
Of them there is but little need,
When Sun doth shine towards high-noon.
Just so the Gospel doth excel,
The Law God gave to Israel.
All those who do the Gospel slight,
And rather have a Legal guide;
The Sun's not risen in their sight,
And therefore 'tis that they deride
Those who commend the Gospel-Sun,
Above the Light in ev'ry one.

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Degrees of Light I do peceive
Some of them weak, and others strong;
That which is saving none receive
But those who unto Christ belong:
Yet doth each Light serve for the end,
For which to man God did it send.