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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 Thou art our Shield and Hiding place, To thee we haste away, Fore-seeing Dangers very •igh, Dare now no longer slay.
5 In thee is safety if we fly, Our Tower is so strong, We fear no Siege, no Mines can hurt, Nor do our Tower wrong.
6 Nor can we starve whilst here we lie, Thy Stores cannot be spent, […] In thee is Bread, and all supply, No ways can Foes invent
6 Nor can we starve whilst here we ly, Thy Stores cannot be spent, 〈…〉 In thee is Bread, and all supply, No ways can Foes invent
7 To take our Fort, we fear no Bombs Nor Cannon though they roar, But from our Tower the cruel Foes To pieces shall be tore.