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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.
1 WE naked once were all, O Lord, And loathsome were to see; Our shame was seen, and vile within, Till clothed were by thee.
1 WE naked once were all, O Lord, And loathsom were to see; Our shame was seen, and vile within, Till cloathed were by thee.
2 'Tis true, Lord, once in ancient time We gloriously were clad; Our beauty was then in its prime, Not long we so abode,
3 But we were, Lord, beset with Thieves, Who tore our Robes away; And in our blood and nakedness We a long season lay.
4 But thou in mercy didst pass by, And with us fell in love; Though nothing in us couldst espy Affections great to move.
4 But thou in mercy didst pass by, And with us fell in love; Though nothing in us could'st espy Affections great to move.