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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.
And this thou didst most readily, All praise unto thy Name; We purchased were with thy dear Blood, And so thine own became.
And this thou didst most readily, All praise unto thy Name; We purchas'd were with thy dear Blood, And so thine own became.
The second Part. The glorious Bridegroom. O what a choice, Lord, hast thou made! Are such vile ones as we •nto thy lovely bosom laid, And joined unto thee? Are we espoused to such a Prince, The King of Heaven and Earth? Who has o'er all preeminence, Whose glories thus shine forth. Angelic Nature didst pass by, And set thy tender heart On such as we: O let us cry, Thou lovely, lovely art. ⟨p. 44⟩4 Yet ah! how long was it before Thou couldst make us to yield? We were so dark, but now, O Lord, Thou, thou hast won the Field. 5 Let us our selves give up to thee, As overcome with love; And comfort us continually With Cordials from above. 6 Ah! at this door our joys come in, This is the blessed spring Of all true good; for having thee, We have, Lord, every thing. 7 And if Communion we enjoy, And find thy comfort sweet, Our Souls shall sing, and raise thy praise, Whilst we lye at thy feet.
The second Part. The glorious Bridegroom. O what a choice, Lord, hast thou made! Are fuch vile ones as we •nto thy lovely bosom laid, And joyned unto thee? Are we espous'd to such a Prince, The King of Heav'n and Earth? Who has o're all preheminence, Whose glories thus shine forth. Angelick Nature didst pass by, And set thy tender heart On such as we: O let us cry, Thou lovely, lovely art. ⟨p. 44⟩4 Yet ah! how long was it before Thou couldst make us to yield? We were so dark, but now, O Lord, Thou, thou hast won the Field. 5 Let us our selves give up to thee, As overcome with love; And comfort us continually With Cordials from above. 6 Ah! at this door our joys come in, This is the blessed spring Of all true good; for having thee, We have, Lord, ev'ry thing. 7 And if Communion we enjoy, And find thy comfort sweet, Our Souls shall sing, and raise thy praise, Whilst we lye at thy feet.