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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 193.
Signs of the last Day upon us.
The Fourth Part. 1 The Fig-Tree, Lord, does now put forth, The Summer doth draw near, The Sea doth roar, (as thy Word saith,) And Men begin to fear. 2 The Winter certainly is gone, The lovely Birds do sing; The Spring is now a coming on, Which lasting joy will bring. 3 The voice of the sweet Turtle too Is heard in this our Land, What clearer Signs, Lord, canst thou show By thy own wondrous Hand, 4 Of thy approach and glorious reign The Nations angry be; Thy wrath is come, their glory stain, Thy Kingdom let us see. 5 The Evening of a former day Portends a dismal night, But holy one; our Souls may say, Our Evening has some light. 6 Not light nor dark, this is the hour, It's neither night nor day; 'Tis, 'tis the time of thy dread power, O haste and come away. 7 The whole Creation sadly groans, And utters its last cries; Poor Zion vents her piteous moans, Whilst Tears fill each Saints Eyes. ⟨p. 359⟩O come▪ •less'd One, make no delay, The Wicked do thee dare; •ome holy Jesus, come away▪ Thine Arrows do not spare. Sha•• Heaven give the longed for […] ▪ That Earth beneath may quake▪ That R high Towers down may fall Now the dead Bones do shake.