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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.
4 All such who are gentle and kind, Most humble in their heart, This Dove infused it in their mind, He did that grace impart.
4 All such who are gentle and kind, Most humble in their heart, This Dove infus'd it in their mind, He did that grace impart.
5 Ah! he is swift as any Dove, And quickly can be here; Though he descended from above, Yet is he every where.
5 Ah! he is swift as any Dove, And quickly can be here; Though he descended from above, Yet is he ev'ry where.
The second Part. 1 From sight of thy All-seeing Spirit O whither can we go? His Eyes do search all places out, He walketh to and fro 2 Through the Earth, where can we hide? O whither can we fly, Lord, from thy presence? 'cause thou art Far off, and also nigh. 3 Shall we to Heaven mount aloft? Lo, thou art present there! Or if we should go down to Hell, Even there thou dost appear! 4 Yea, should we take us Morning wings, And dwell beyond the Sea, There would thy right-hand have fast hold, And with us quickly be: ⟨p. 190⟩5 Nay, if we say the darkness shall Yet shroud us from thy sight, Alas! the thickest darkness is To thee like to the light: Yea, darkness hideth not from thee, But night doth shine as day; To thee the darkness and the night Are both alike alway.
The second Part. 1 From sight of thy All-seeing Spirit O whither can we go? His Eyes do search all places out, He walketh to and fro 2 Through the Earth, where can we hide? O whither can we fly, Lord, from thy presence? 'cause thou art Far off, and also nigh. 3 Shall we to Heaven mount alost? Lo, thou art present there! Or if we should go down to Hell, Ev'n there thou dost appear! 4 Yea, should we take us Morning wings, And dwell beyond the Sea, There would thy right-hand have fast hold, And with us quickly be: