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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Hymns and Spiritual Songs.
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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The Excellency of Peace of Conscience.
My
Conscience is become my Friend,
and chearfully doth speak to me,
And I will to his motions bend,
Although that I reproached be:
I matter not who doth revile,
Since Conscience in my face doth smile.
and chearfully doth speak to me,
And I will to his motions bend,
Although that I reproached be:
I matter not who doth revile,
Since Conscience in my face doth smile.
My Conscience now doth give me rest,
My burden's gone, my Soul is free;
Again I would not be opprest
In the old bands of miserie,
For Kingdoms, nor for Crowns of Gold,
Nor any thing which can be told.
My burden's gone, my Soul is free;
Again I would not be opprest
In the old bands of miserie,
For Kingdoms, nor for Crowns of Gold,
Nor any thing which can be told.
My Conscience doth with precious food,
Feed my poor Soul continually;
Its dainties also are so good,
All sinful sweets I do defy:
This Banquet's lasting, 'twill supply
My wants, and feast me till I die.
Feed my poor Soul continually;
Its dainties also are so good,
All sinful sweets I do defy:
This Banquet's lasting, 'twill supply
My wants, and feast me till I die.
My Conscience doth me chearful make,
When I am much possest with grief;
And when I suffer for its sake,
'Twill yield me joy and sweet relief:
Though troubles rise, and much increase,
I in my Conscience shall have peace.
When I am much possest with grief;
And when I suffer for its sake,
'Twill yield me joy and sweet relief:
Though troubles rise, and much increase,
I in my Conscience shall have peace.
VVhen others to the Mountains fly,
And sore amaz'd do trembling stand:
A place of shelter then have I,
And Conscience will lend me its hand
To lock me in the Chambers fast,
Till th'Indignation's over-past.
And sore amaz'd do trembling stand:
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And Conscience will lend me its hand
To lock me in the Chambers fast,
Till th'Indignation's over-past.
At Death, and in the Judgment Day,
What would men give for such a Friend!
All those which do him disobey,
They'l it repent I'm sure i'th' end:
When such are forc'd to howl and cry,
My Soul shall sing continually.
What would men give for such a Friend!
All those which do him disobey,
They'l it repent I'm sure i'th' end:
When such are forc'd to howl and cry,
My Soul shall sing continually.
An Hymn on the Six Principles of Christ's Doctrine. Heb. 6, 1, 2.
Repentance is wrought in my Soul,
And Faith for to believe;
Whereby on Jesus I do roul,
And truly him receive.
And Faith for to believe;
Whereby on Jesus I do roul,
And truly him receive.
As my dread Lord and Sovereign,
Him always to obey;
And in all things o're me to reign,
And govern night and day.
Him always to obey;
And in all things o're me to reign,
And govern night and day.
Christ's Baptisme it is very sweet,
With Laying on of Hands:
My Soul is brought to Jesus feet,
In owning his Commands.
With Laying on of Hands:
My Soul is brought to Jesus feet,
In owning his Commands.
Those Ordinances men oppose,
And count as carnal things;
I have clos'd with, and tell't to those,
From them rare comfort springs.
And count as carnal things;
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From them rare comfort springs.
My precious Lord I must obey,
Though men reproach me still;
I'le do whatever Christ doth say,
and yield unto his will.
Though men reproach me still;
I'le do whatever Christ doth say,
and yield unto his will.
On Christ alone I do rely,
Though men judge otherwise;
Because I can't Gods Truth deny,
I am reproach'd with lyes.
Though men judge otherwise;
Because I can't Gods Truth deny,
I am reproach'd with lyes.
Let them deride, yet for Christ's sake
Resolved now am I,
In his own strength the Cross to take,
Yea, and for him to dy.
Resolved now am I,
In his own strength the Cross to take,
Yea, and for him to dy.
Before I'le ever turn my back
On him whom I do love;
For I do know I shall not lack
His Presence from above.
On him whom I do love;
For I do know I shall not lack
His Presence from above.
For he has Promis'd to the end,
To me he will be near;
And be to me a faithful Friend,
Which makes me not to fear.
To me he will be near;
And be to me a faithful Friend,
Which makes me not to fear.
Whatever Men or Devils do
In secret place design,
He soon can them quite overthrow,
And help this Soul of mine.
In secret place design,
He soon can them quite overthrow,
And help this Soul of mine.
The Resurrection of the Dead
I constantly maintain;
When all those which lie buried,
Shall rise to life again.
I constantly maintain;
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Shall rise to life again.
And that the Judgment day will come,
When Christ upon the Throne
Shall pass a black Eternal Doom,
Upon each Wicked one.
When Christ upon the Throne
Shall pass a black Eternal Doom,
Upon each Wicked one.
But all the Saints then joyfully
With Bowels he'l embrace,
And Crowns to all Eternity
Upon their Heads he'l place,
With Bowels he'l embrace,
And Crowns to all Eternity
Upon their Heads he'l place,
And in the Kingdom shall they reign,
Prepared long before,
And also shall with Christ remain,
In bliss for evermore.
Prepared long before,
And also shall with Christ remain,
In bliss for evermore.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
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.
Divine Breathings.
A Hymn.
Let not the Sun Eclipsed be;
Nor any dark Cloud interpose
Between thy self (dear Christ) and me,
VVho art that blessed Sharon's Rose:
O let thy face upon me shine,
Since thou by choice hast made me thine.
Nor any dark Cloud interpose
Between thy self (dear Christ) and me,
VVho art that blessed Sharon's Rose:
O let thy face upon me shine,
Since thou by choice hast made me thine.
Alwayes let me walk in the Light
Till Grace doth me with Glory crown;
Turn not my morning into night,
Nor ever let my Sun go down:
O let thy face upon me shine,
Since by dear purchase I am thine.
Till Grace doth me with Glory crown;
Turn not my morning into night,
Nor ever let my Sun go down:
O let thy face upon me shine,
Since by dear purchase 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.
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.
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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 me thine.
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 me thine.
Lord shine and make my heart more soft,
And temper it, the seal to take;
Make it according as it ought,
Lord do it for thy own Names sake:
O let thy face upon me shine,
Since by sweet Contract I am thine.
And temper it, the seal to take;
Make it according as it ought,
Lord do it for thy own Names sake:
O let thy face upon me shine,
Since by sweet Contract I am thine.
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.
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,
Alwayes until I come to dy;
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.
Alwayes until I come to dy;
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 shew us any 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.
Oh! who will shew us any 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.
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Lord in the Light I thee enjoy,
And with thy Saints Communion have,
No Devil can that Soul destroy,
Whom thou intednest for to save:
O let thy face upon me shine,
For I can't say, Lord, thou art mine.
And with thy Saints Communion have,
No Devil can that Soul destroy,
Whom thou intednest for to save:
O let thy face upon me shine,
For I can't say, 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.
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.
Let Light and Glory so break forth,
And Darkness fly and quite be gone
That all thy Saints upon the Earth,
May in the Truth be joyn'd in one:
O let thy face so brightly shine,
As to discover who are thine.
And Darkness fly and quite be gone
That all thy Saints upon the Earth,
May in the Truth be joyn'd in one:
O let thy face so brightly shine,
As to discover who are thine.
Let Grace and Knowledge now abound,
And the blest Gospel shine so clear,
That it Romes Harlot may confound,
And Popish darkness quite cashier:
O let thy face on Sion shine,
But plague those cursed Foes of thine.
And the blest Gospel shine so clear,
That it Romes Harlot may confound,
And Popish darkness quite cashier:
O let thy face on Sion shine,
But plague those cursed Foes of thine.
Let France, dark Spain, and Italy,
Thy Light and Glory, Lord, behold;
To each adjacent Countrey,
Do thou the Gospel plain unfold:
O let thy face upon them shine.
That all these Nations may be thine.
Thy Light and Glory, Lord, behold;
To each adjacent Countrey,
Do thou the Gospel plain unfold:
O let thy face upon them shine.
That all these Nations may be thine.
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Let Christendom new Christ'ned be,
And unto thee O let them turn,
And be Baptiz'd, O Christ, by thee
With th'Spirit of the Holy One:
O let thy face upon it shine,
That Chistendom may all be thine.
And unto thee O let them turn,
And be Baptiz'd, O Christ, by thee
With th'Spirit of the Holy One:
O let thy face upon it shine,
That Chistendom may all be thine.
And carry on thy glorious Work,
Victoriously in every Land;
Let Tartars and the mighty Turk
Subject themselves to thy Command:
O let thy face upon them shine,
That those blind People may be thine.
Victoriously in every Land;
Let Tartars and the mighty Turk
Subject themselves to thy Command:
O let thy face upon them shine,
That those blind People may be thine.
And let thy brightness also go,
To Asia and to Africa;
Let Egypt and Assyria too,
Submit unto thy blessed Law:
O let thy face upon them shine,
That those dark Regions may be thine.
To Asia and to Africa;
Let Egypt and Assyria too,
Submit unto thy blessed Law:
O let thy face upon them shine,
That those dark Regions may be thine.
Nay, precious God, let Light extend
To China and East-India;
To thee let all the People bend,
Who live in wild America:
O let thy blessed Gospel shine,
That the blind Heathens may be thine.
To China and East-India;
To thee let all the People bend,
Who live in wild America:
O let thy blessed Gospel shine,
That the blind Heathens may be thine.
Send forth thy Light like to the Morn
Most swiftly, Lord, O let it fly
From Cancer unto Capricorn;
That all dark Nations may espy
Thy glorious face on them to shine,
And they in Christ for to be thine.
Most swiftly, Lord, O let it fly
From Cancer unto Capricorn;
That all dark Nations may espy
Thy glorious face on them to shine,
And they in Christ for to be thine.
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The Fulness of the Gentiles, Lord,
Bring in with speed, O let them fear
Thy Name in Truth with one accord,
Live they far off, or live they near:
O let thy face upon them shine,
And let us know, Lord, who are thine.
Bring in with speed, O let them fear
Thy Name in Truth with one accord,
Live they far off, or live they near:
O let thy face upon them shine,
And let us know, Lord, who are thine.
And let also the glorious news
Of thy Salvation, yield relief
Unto the sad distressed Jews,
Who hardned are in Unbelief:
O let thy face upon them shine,
For Abram's sake, that Friend of thine.
Of thy Salvation, yield relief
Unto the sad distressed Jews,
Who hardned are in Unbelief:
O let thy face upon them shine,
For Abram's sake, that Friend of thine.
O don't forget poor Israel,
But let thy Light and glorious Rayes
Cause their rare Beauty to excel,
Beyond what 'twas in former dayes:
O cause thy face sweetly to shine,
That Jews and Gentiles may be thine.
But let thy Light and glorious Rayes
Cause their rare Beauty to excel,
Beyond what 'twas in former dayes:
O cause thy face sweetly to shine,
That Jews and Gentiles may be thine.
O let all Kingdoms now with speed,
And all the Nations under Heaven,
From all gross Darkness quite be freed,
And Power to thy Saints be given:
That they in Glory, Lord, may shine,
According to that Word of thine.
And all the Nations under Heaven,
From all gross Darkness quite be freed,
And Power to thy Saints be given:
That they in Glory, Lord, may shine,
According to that Word of thine.
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