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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.
1 The Wind, Lord, is invisible, Its way we can't find out; No Mortal can thy Spirit see, Though he does search about.
1 THe Wind, Lord, is invisible, Its way we can't find out; No Mortal can thy Spirit see, Though he does search about.
His motions they most hidden are, Mysterious in their kind, ⟨p. 169⟩That thou dost them oft-times compare To motions of the Wind.
3 The Wind at thy command doth blow; Lord 'tis as thou dost please, Thy Spirit moves on us below To wound, or to give ease:
4 According to thy Sovereign Grace It operates on Men; Sometimes he doth sharply rebuke, Then cherishes again.