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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 Thy Church, Lord, in her self is poor, Like to a Bramble dry; 'Tis, Lord, in thee, in thee alone Doth all her glory lye.
1 THy Church, Lord, in her self is poor, Like to a Bramble dry; 'Tis, Lord, in thee, in thee alone Doth all her glory lye.
2 But though a Bush, yet in it thou Dost dwell for evermore, And therefore she is not consumed Even now as heretofore.
2 But though a Bush, yet in it thou Dost dwell for evermore, And therefore she is not consum'd Ev'n now as heretosore.
3 This Bush long time on fire has been, O 'tis a wondrous sight, Though in the fire, yet not burned, This may our Souls invite:
3 This Bush long time on fire has been, O 'tis a wond'rous sight, Though in the fire, yet not burn'd, This may our Souls invite: