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For all your subtile feares I do defy,
Your shinning gold will not make me comply,
I prize my soul into a better state,
Than you can purchase, for my saviour's sake,
Which words being said he gave me a grim look
And in a flash of fire the fields forsook;
He being vanish, I fell down to pray.
Unto the Lord, when done I came my way.
His master when he heard what he had said,
Cry'd out there is but few of this sad age,
That ever will the conduct have to shun
The snares of Satan as you now have done,
Ye youths who are around pray warning take,
And like this child all wickedness forsake,
Serve God, likewise obey your parents dear,
Then you the snares of Satan need not fear.
Blessed be thou, O Lord God who has reproved us and given us grace to withstand the many snares and temptations of the devil. We humbly beseech thee, to keep our hearts from all evil thoughts and vain desires, so that whatsoever we do or say may contribute to thy honour and glory: and that we may be thy servants from henceforth and for ever more, Amen.
