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The banqueting-house, or, A feast of fat things a divine poem, opening many sacred…The banquetting-house, or, A feast of fat things a divine poem, opening many sacred…
The banqueting-house, or, A feast of fat things a divine poem, opening many sacred Scripture mysteries ... / written by Benjamin Keach, author of War with the Devil.The banquetting-house, or, A feast of fat things a divine poem, opening many sacred Scripture mysteries ... / written by Benjamin Keach, author of War with the Devil.
London: printed by J.A. for H. Barnard, 1692
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 This World's a Sea, our Soul's a Ship With raging Tempest tossed; And if she should her Anchor slip, She doubtless will be lost.
1 THis World's a Sea, our Soul's a Ship With raging Tempest tost; And if she should her Anchor slip, She doubtless will be lost.
2 Thou, Lord, our skilful Pilot art, Thou knowest all Rocks and Sands; Our Seamen are our Faculties, Which must do thy commands.
2 Thou, Lord, our skilful Pilot art, Thou know'st all Rocks and Sands; Our Seamen are our Faculties, Which must do thy commands.
3 Faith like a Cable doth appear, Hope is our Anchor sure; And if right cast, we need not fear We shall each Storm endure.
4 Repentance like a Bucket is To pump the water out; For leaky is our Ship, alas, Which makes us look about.