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A discourse of the building, nature, excellency, and government of the house of God…
A discourse of the building, nature, excellency, and government of the house of God With counsels and directions to the inhabitants thereof. By John Bunyan of Bedford.
London : printed, and are to be sold by George Larkin, at the Two Swans without Bishopsgate, 1688
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
1. The Chief is he, who is the Lord of all, The Saviour; some him Physician call. He's clothed in shining raiment to the ground, A Golden Girdle doth begirt him round; His Head and Hairs are white as any Snow, His Eyes are like a flame of Fire also; His Feet are like fine Brass as if they burned Within a Furnace, or to Fire was turned; His Voice doth like to many Waters sound, In his Right-Hand, Seven glittering Stars are found, ⟨image 10⟩Out of his Mouth goes a Two Edged Sword, Sharper then any ('tis his holy Word) And for his Countenance, 'tis as the Sun Which shineth in its strength, till day is done. His name is called Holy, The Word of God; The Wine-press of his Fathers wrath he trod; At all the power of Sin he doth deride, The Keys of Hell and Death hang at his side.
1. The Chief is he, who is the Lord of all, The Saviour; some him Physician call. He's cloth'd in shining raiment to the ground, A Golden Girdle doth begirt him round; His Head and Hairs are white as any Snow, His Eyes are like a flame of Fire also; His Feet are like fine Brass as if they burn'd Within a Furnace, or to Fire was turn'd; His Voice doth like to many Waters sound, In his Right-Hand, Seven glittering Stars are found, ⟨image 10⟩Out of his Mouth goes a Two Edged Sword, Sharper then any ('tis his holy Word) And for his Countenance, 'tis as the Sun Which shineth in its strenghth, till day is done. His name is call'd Holy, The Word of God; The Wine-press of his Fathers wrath he trod; At all the power of Sin he doth deride, The Keys of Hell and Death hang at his side.
This is our Governor, this is the chief, From this Physician comes our Souls relief. He is the Tree of Life and hidden Manna; 'Tis he to whom the Children sing Hosanna. The white stone he doth give with a new name, In Heaven and Earth he is of worthy fame.
This is our Governour, this is the chief, From this Physician comes our Souls relief. He is the Tree of Life and hidden Manna; 'Tis he to whom the Children sing Hosannae. The whice stone he doth give with a new name, In Heaven and Earth he is of worthy fame.