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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.
HYMN 188.
The Harvest is the end of the World.
Harvest of Joy. 1 The Harvest-day will soon be here, A blessed day 'twill be To all those Souls who are sincere, For Jesus they shall see. 2 Thou sendest thy glorious Rays on us, And Dews, our Souls to cheer; But ere long we with open Eyes The Vision shall have clear. 3 Most sweet reviving Acts of Grace Are those we feel of thine, Whilst we behold thy glorious Face, Yet stronger Beams will shine, 4 To comfort and rejoice each heart To all eternity; From thee, O Lord, we never shall start, But in thy Garner lye; 5 Or rather in thy precious Arms We being ripened, Shall housed be with lasting Charms Of Glory on our Head. 6 No sorrow shall us then annoy, Nor fears cause inward pain; Nor sin nor Satan spoil our joy, Nor filth our glory stain. ⟨p. 354⟩7 We shall not then, as now, be vexed With Satan, World, and Sin; Nor with base Hearts be more perplexed When Heaven has took us in.
Harvest of Joy. 1 THe Harvest-day will soon be here, A blessed day 'twill be To all those Souls who are sincere, For Jesus they shall see. 2 Thou send'st thy glorious Rays on us, And Dews, our Souls to chear; But e're long we with open Eyes The Vision shall have clear. 3 Most sweet reviving Acts of Grace Are those we feel of thine, Whilst we behold thy glorious Face, Yet stronger Beams will shine, 4 To comfort and rejoyce each heart To all eternity; From thee, O Lord, we ne're shall start, But in thy Garner lye; 5 Or rather in thy precious Arms We being ripened, Shall housed be with lasting Charms Of Glory on our Head. 6 No sorrow shall us then annoy, Nor fears cause inward pain; Nor sin nor Satan spoyl our joy, Nor filth our glory stain.