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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.
6 Like as the Sun is full of light, And Waters fill the Sea; ⟨p. 77⟩So art thou full of goodness, Lord, So is that grace in thee.
7 How many Vessels hast thou filled Since first the Fountain run! And many thousands more wilt fill Before that thou hast done!
7 How many Vessels hast thou fill'd Since first the Fountain run! And many thousands more wilt fill Before that thou hast done!
The Second Part. 1 All Souls of Saints that ever were, Who did true grace possess, Were filled by thee, and yet we see There's ne'er a drop the less. 2 Great Vessels, Lord, thy Churches be, Yet all these thou dost fill; A gracious measure they all have, According to thy will. 3 A bigger Vessel we espy Thou empty wilt anon; And fill it full of grace likewise Before that thou hast done. 4 This Vessel, Lord, is the whole Earth That now abounds with sin; Thou wilt it empty o'er awhile, And fill it full again. 5 Nay, thou wilt turn it upside down, As some their Vessels do; To empty it of wickedness, Which now aboundeth so. ⟨p. 78⟩6 And then the earth with knowledge shall As Seas with water swell, Be filled, Lord, and that by thee, As Holy Writ does tell. 7 And well it is thou hast so much Water of life in thee; For all our Vessels empty are, Besides they leaky be. 8 Nor is there any other Well Our wants for to supply; We must unto this Fountain come, Or else our souls will die.
The Second Part. 1 All Souls of Saints that ever were, Who did true grace possess, Were fill'd by thee, and yet we see There's ne're a drop the less. 2 Great Vessels, Lord, thy Churches be, Yet all these thou dost fill; A gracious measure they all have, According to thy will. 3 A bigger Vessel we espy Thou empty wilt anon; And fill it full of grace likewise Before that thou hast done. 4 This Vessel, Lord, is the whole Earth That now abounds with sin; Thou wilt it empty o're awhile, And fill it full agen. 5 Nay, thou wilt turn it upside down, As some their Vessels do; To empty it of wickedness, Which now aboundeth so.