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 In every ſtep it will thee trace, that it may thee withſtand; At every turn it will be ſure, to be at thy right hand. This is the foe that dwells within, and for the foe makes way: Which openeth to them the door, that To they enter in All Satan's great aſſaults would bus oft times prove in vain, Were't not for thy corruptions, that in thee doth remain When Satan comes with his aſſaults, that form the houſe he may, He like a traitor lets him in, and ſo doth thee betray. Therefore thou muſt reſolve thy ſins, to kill and mortify: Or elſe thou may affore thyſelf, they'll be thine enemy. Here's no fantaſtic fooliſh dream, no beating of the air; The ſaints experienced can the truth, ſufficiently declare This warefare is a real thing, no fancied flattering, No fond conceit, proceeding from. a crack'd diſtemper'd brain Strong holds are here to be pull'd down, high thoughts to be ſubdu'd; Here ancient cuſtoms to be chang'd, old things to be renew'd. Now this will be a conſtant work, not only for a while,