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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.
2 How will she fly into the face Of such who would destroy Her pretty Brood! she can't endure They should them once annoy.
3 But ah! thy bowels far exceed All Creatures here below; For thou for Sinners, Lord, didst bleed, Compassion great to show.
4 The Hen herself to weakness brings Whilst of her young takes care, How does she scratch and strive each day To feed them here and there?
5 But, Lord, thou broughtest thy self so low That we might all be fed, ⟨p. 132⟩That in the grave a while didst lye After that thou wast dead:
5 But, Lord, thou brought'st thy self so low That we might all be sed, ⟨p. 132⟩