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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.
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.
The Second Part. 1 Gold when 'tis tried, 'tis pure made By the Refiners art; So by afflictions thou dost, Lord, More holy make each heart. 2 From hence we may the reason see Why God afflictions brings, And clearly also may discern What profit from them springs. 3 We fitted are hereby, O Lord, For our own Master's turn, Who golden Vessels will make us Before that he has done. 4 When you refined by trials are, What cause have you to sing, And praise the Lord that ever he Did you in's Furnace fling.