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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.
What clearer is there than the Sun? O what can bright shine? Thy glory, O most holy One, Exceeds, it is divine.
What clearer is there than the Sun? O what can brighte shine? Thy glory, O most holy One, Exceds, it is divine.
Most splendant rays do sparkle forth, Which dazzles every eye; Thy beams are brighter than the Sun That shines so gloriously.
Most splendant rays do sparkle forth, Which dazles every eye; Thy beams are brighter than the Sun That shines so gloriously.
Thou art the Soul of all the World, By thee all Creatures live; All things together would be hurled, If life thou didst not give.
Thou art the Soul of all the World, By thee all Creatures live; All things together would be hurl'd, If life thou didst not give.