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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.
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.
We see the Earth and Heaven too, Thou dost uphold them all; If thou shouldst once let go thy hold, Together down they'd fall.
We see the Earth and Heaven too, Thou dost uphold them all; If thou should'st once let go thy hold, Together down they'd fall.
The second Part. Thou like the Sun communicates Thy glorious influence Of grace and goodness to thy Saints, Thou hast preeminence. ⟨p. 98⟩2 What a dark world would this be Were there no Sun to shine? What darkness, Lord, ah! should we see, Had we no beams of thine? 3 'Tis thou that dost expel away Dark vapours of the night; Thick mists and fogs they all do fly When thou appearest in sight, 4 Most powerfully dost thou expel The darkness that's within; And makes the soul in light to dwell, By vanquishing our sin. 5 Thou makest a sweet and lovely day When once thou dost arise; And dries up the filth that in our way Did lye before our eyes. 6 'Tis thou who makes a lovely spring; Those things which seemed dead, When thou drawest near are flourishing, And forth their glories spread. 7 Without thy influences, Lord, Thy Veg'atives can't grow; Till thou dost life to us afford, No fruit from us can flow. 8 Let all who on the earth do dwell, Sing with a cheerful voice; The praise of Jesus let them tell, And in this Sun rejoice.