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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.
But thou allied art to the Judge, And for our Souls didst die; The Merits of thy Blood mayst urge, To thee we all do fly.
But thou ally'd art to the Judge, And for our Souls didst die; The Merits of thy Blood may'st urge, To thee we all do fly.
Thou legally art called to th' Barr, And hast thy Father's Ear; Alas we all so loathsome be, We dare not there appear
Thou legally art call'd to th' Barr, And hast thy Father's Ear; Alas we all so loathsom be, VVe dare not there appear
5 In our own persons; he is just, And we must guilty be; We righteousness all therefore must Have only, Lord, of thee.
6 Thou never didst miscarry yet On what thou tookest in hand; Our Enemies do thou defeat, That sentence do demand.