A combat between SATAN tempting: And a CHRISTIAN triumphing: In the Comfort of the Creed.  Satan. 
Why dost with hope (vild wretch) thy soul deceive?  
Thou must be damned.  Christian. 
Not so, for I believe  Sa. 
Yea so do I: and yet I feel hell's Rod.  Ch. 
Thou but believest God is, I trust in God  Sa. 
What thou a sinner trust? thou tempest him rather.  Ch. 
Who should the poor Child trust, if not the Father  Sa. 
The soul that sins must die, thy sins are weighty.  Ch. 
Yet God can pardon them, for he's Almighty,  Sa. 
But he's of wicked men a just forsaker.  Ch. 
Yet kind to what he made, and he's my maker  Sa. 
Why hath he made thee smart thus from thy birth?  Ch. 
This is but love from th' Lord of Heaven and Earth,  Sa. 
Hark, God and Angels cry thou dost displease us.  Ch. 
And yet in God's my comfort and in Jesus  Sa. 
In sin thou art born and bred, and dost persist.  Ch. 
As sin abounds in me, so grace in Christ  Sa. 
Why speak'st of grace, the Law makes thee undone?  Ch. 
Nay then, why did God send his only son  Sa. 
Are not all sinners of his Son abhorred?  Ch. 
No, none that strive to serve him as our Lord,  Sa. 
But God can't die, of hope thou art bereaved.  Ch. 
But yet his manhood may which was conceived  Sa. 
How can man made of woman save the lost?  Ch. 
Yes, being made perfect by the holy Ghost,  Sa. 
But thou by nature art a wretch forlorn,  Ch. 
And yet to me in mercy a child is borne  Sa. 
But thou art filthy and thy heart wants purging.  Ch. 
His blood doth cleanse me who came of the Virgin  Sa. 
Presumptuous men thus to tempt Christ, how dare ye?  Ch. 
We tempt not Christ, we joy in Christ, with Mary,  Sa. 
Thou hopest in vain, from him sin pulls thee asunder.  Ch. 
Both sin and sinful men, he suffered under  Sa. 
What suffer sin, yet just? thy folly I smile at.  Ch. 
The sin was mine; he just, saith Pontius Pilate,  Sa. 
But yet the punishment of thy sins abide.  Ch. 
No, for to quit them, he was crucified,  Sa. 
Oh but the sting of Death will wound thy head.  Ch. 
No, Christ pulled out that sting when he was dead  Sa. 
Can he give life that lies himself interred?  Ch. 
Yes, with him my sins are hid and buried,  Sa. 
Thy poor and mean estate shows Christ's offended.  Ch. 
Shall I think much to stoop when he descended  Sa. 
Fear'st not death's wound, nor in the grave to dwell?  Ch. 
Christ went, that I might not go into Hell;  Sa. 
How cam'st thou free from sting of death or pain?  Ch. 
By Christ who on the third day rose again  
And so captivity he captive led.  
Rising in glorious triumph from the dead,  
Nor was my saviour's glory herein ended,  
But after he was risen, he ascended  
To fit a place for me, and so hath given  
Sure hope that I shall follow him into Heaven  
Where now, in all my grief and dumpish fits  
He hears my prayers, there he rests and sits  
Observe his Majesty, he doth not stand  
Inferior like, but sits at the right hand  
Not of some earthly Prince, but his abode  
Is in the high and heavenly house of God  
Where as his only son he rules; the rather  
Can he make my request known to the Father  
That for his sake my sins which he found weighty,  
May be forgiven by him which is Almighty,  Sa. 
If th' art so sure, than sin, here's thy defence,  
That Christ's in Heaven.  Ch. 
Oh no he sees from thence  
And waits till wicked men fill up the sum,  
And measure of their sins, than shall he come  
Riding with thousands Saints on clouds all spread  
In flames of fire to judge the quick and dead;  Sa. 
Then thou condemned shalt be: O fear and grieve.  Ch. 
Satan, I still deny it, for I believe  Sa. 
In whom believest, that thus thou vaunts thy boast?  Ch. 
In Father, son, and in the holy Ghost,  
Who near forsake nor leave in desperate lurch  
Those who are of the holy Catholic Church,  
Let him but take me to himself in union,  
And give me with his people the Communion  
I'm safe; for he to help them never faints,  
Who keep the bond of peace, and faith of Saints,  Sa. 
Thy ways are crooked, and in them no evenness.  Ch. 
In me's the sin, in God is the forgiveness  
And here my never ending joy begins  
To know that he's the pardoner of sins,  
he'll therefore take me to his high protection,  
When the last trump shall sound the resurrection  
Void sin and Satan both, my soul why load ye  
With desperate words? this temple of the body,  
Wherein corruption now and sin is rife,  
Shall come to perfect glory and the life  
Not such vain earthly life which now is wasting:  
But that blessed life of Heaven that's everlasting:  
O Lord increase my faith, and grant that then  
I may behold thy glorious face Amen.  
Take but this shield of faith to arm your hearts,  
So shall you quench all Satan's fiery darts,  
And though your nature do in name betray,  
This faith shall make your honours last for ay.   

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