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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.
2 No spot nor blemish was in thee, But yet, Lord, thou wast sold For a poor price, who's worth can't be Computed nor be told.
3 Sold and delivered up also Into the Butchers hands; Who mangled thee inhumanly Who Heaven and Earth commands,
3 Sold and deliver'd up also Into the Butchers hands; Who mangled thee inhumanly Who Heaven and Earth commands,
4 A Sacrifice thou didst become, Thou willing wast to die; And meekly as a Lamb is dumb, Thou tookest it patiently.
4 A Sacrifice thou didst become, Thou willing wast to die; And meekly as a Lamb is dumb, Thou took'st it patiently.
The Second Part. 1 No Lamb so innocent as thou, Nor none so lovely are; And in a bosom thou didst lye, With whom none can compare. 2 The best of all the flock above, The chief of all below: Behold him then, and fall in love Ye would if you did know 3 The worth of him and the great need You have of precious food: By Faith you must on this Lamb feed, And also drink his blood: 4 Or else you shall be sure to die, His Flesh is meat indeed; So is his Blood: O will you try? There's nothing more you need. 5 Ye who do eat his Flesh shall live, And never shall ye die; His Flesh and Blood to you does give, Take it then thankfully, 6 And sing unto the holy Lamb, Sing Praises now therefore: O praise him that he hither came! Sing Praises evermore.