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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The Excellency of Peace of Conscience.
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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.
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