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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.
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.
5 Thy Graces are our blessed Freight, And Heaven is our Port; Thy Spirit, Lord, must fill our Sails If e'er we bid fair for't.
5 Thy Graces are our blessed Fraight, And Heaven is our Port; Thy Spirit, Lord, must fill our Sails If e're we bid fair for't.
The Second Part. 1 Lord, still the Seas, alas, they swell, And very tempestuous are; Our Compass is thy Holy Word, By that 'tis we must steer. 2 Lord, thou hast power o'er the Seas, Let us not calmed be; And when the Waves do roar and swell, Let's cast our Hope in thee., 3 Which like an Anchor doth take hold With that within the Veil; And if right cast, we may be bold, Our courage shall not fail. 4 We for our Anchor have a Rock That is most firm and sure, And thou wilt us, Lord, ne'er deceive, But will our Souls secure. 5 Let Hope be sixth on Christ our Lord, And on thy Covenant; Thy Promises also afford Relief to every Saint. 6 Christ's Death and Resurrection too Our Hope is grounded on; If thus we cast our Anchor do, We safe are every one.