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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.
5 Our souls thou didst in the first place Most graciously wash clean; And then didst clothe us with thy grace, Ne'er braver Robes were seen.
5 Our souls thou didst in the first place Most graciously wash clean; And then didst cloath us with thy grace, Ne're braver Robes were seen.
6 These Garments first by thee were bought They cost thee very dear; And by thy Spirit they are wrought Most curiously and rare.
The Second Part. 1 No Needle-work was e'er so fine Bespangled with Gold, As is ihe Robe of Righteousness To all who it behold. 2 Thus is thy grace compared, Lord, With which thou dost adorn The Souls of thy most blessed Saints, Whose Garments once were torn, 3 And nothing had to cover them, But filthy Rags so vile, That thou our Image didst contemn, Since we thy own did spoil. 4 Thus by our Garments we are known, And those who han't them on, Thou wilt, O Lord, never such own, But bid them to be gone. 5 'Tis thou hast made the difference, We were ill clothed as others, But these have not the preference, None like our Elder Brother's: ⟨p. 89⟩Ay, that is rich, O Lord, indeed, Without least spot or stain; Tis that keeps off all fiery darts, And clean it will remain. 6 But these much comfort to us bring, And keep us also warm; We need not fear no pricking thing, Cold can't do us much harm.
The Second Part. 1 No Needle-work was e're so fine Bespangled with Gold, As is ihe Robe of Righteousness To all who it behold. 2 Thus is thy grace compared, Lord, With which thou dost adorn The Souls of thy most blessed Saints, VVhose Garments once were torn, 3 And nothing had to cover them, But filthy Rags so vile, That thou our Image didst contemn, Since we thy own did spoil. 4 Thus by our Garments we are known, And those who han't them on, Thou wilt, O Lord, never such own, But bid them to be gone. 5 'Tis thou hast made the difference, VVe were ill cloath'd as others, But these have not the preference, None like our Elder Brother's: