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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.
4 Lord, bear our Name upon thy Breast, Engrave it on thy Heart, There let it be so sure possest It thence may ne'er depart;
4 Lord, bear our Name upon thy Breast, Engrave it on thy Heart, There let it be so sure possest It thence may ne're depart;
5 For Love we find is very strong, It wounds unto the quick; Thy presence, Lord, supports our Souls, Thy absence makes us sick.
6 Shouldst thou but seemingly disdain Our Souls that are engaged, Like Fire it would put us to pain, Whose grief's not soon assuaged.
6 Shouldst thou but seemingly disdain Our Souls that are engag'd, Like Fire it would put us to pain, Whose grief's not soon asswag'd.
The Second Part. 1 O love us then, or else we die; Is it not thee we crave? If thou thy Love shouldst once deny, We soon should find a Grave. 2 Death conquers all, and all submit Unto his pale command; So Love brings all unto its seet Who are therewith inflamed. 3 The Grave is never satisfied, No more, alas, can he Who having tasted of thy Love, Till he enjoyeth thee. 4 But Death destroys and also kills, But Love doth make alive; It kills our sin, and we thereby Do presently revive: 5 But if the Object be denied The Heart is set upon, We never can be satisfied Until our life is gone.