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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 Into the Furnace we were cast, Which oft is very hot; 'Tis not our Grace i'th'least to waste, But filth which we have got.
3 Afflictions like as fire doth The Gold rarely refine, Purge all our Souls, and we thereby More gloriously may shine:
4 But Dross will not the Fire bear, So some, Lord, cannot stand ⟨p. 134⟩Before thee when thou dost rise up To scourge them with thy hand.
5 The fire makes the Gold more soft, So by Afflictions we More pliable, O Lord, are brought To yield and bend to thee.
5 The fire makes the Gold more soft, So by Afflictions we More plyable, O Lord, are brought To yield and bend to thee.