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…

To such degree as, Lord, in thee They gloriously do shine: Strange was thy Birth, all Saints on Earth Cry thou art all divine.

6 All praise and glory now therefore We unto thee do sing, And do resolve yet more and more To magnify our King.

6 All praise and glory now therefore We unto thee do sing, And do resolve yet more and more To magnifie our King.

The Second Part. 1 Is't not a Wonder a Woman, As Holy Writ does say, Should in such sort compass a Man, Who with Man never lay? 2 To see him whom the World did make, Of a poor Virgin born! To see him who was God most high, Left like to one forlorn! 3 To see the Heir of both the Worlds In a base Manger lye; And Blessedness it self to be Doomed to misery! 4 To see the Ancient of all days, A Babe of a day old! ⟨p. 120⟩To see one Person God and Man The wonder doth unfold! 5 He that the Heir of all things was, Whom Angels honoured, Is now so mean and poor that he Has no place to lay's head. 6 Unto thy name so Wonderful Be glory now therefore; O let us look and wonder still! Yea, wonder evermore.

The Second Part. 1 Is't not a Wonder a Woman, As Holy Writ does say, Should in such sort compass a Man, Who with Man never lay? 2 To see him whom the World did make, Of a poor Virgin born! To see him who was God most high, Left like to one forlorn! 3 To see the Heir of both the Worlds In a base Manger lye; And Blessedness it self to be Doomed to misery! 4 To see the Ancient of all days, A Babe of a day old! ⟨p. 120⟩