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…

7 So doth thy Word, O holy Lord, Save us, and yet annoys, All cruel Foes, it brings them down, Nay them it quite destroys.

The Second Part. 1 It a two edged Sword is too, It wounds always with one, And with the other it does heal Likewise ere it has done; ⟨p. 205⟩2 By its sharp threats it wounds the Soul, But turn it then again, It's Promises does make us whole, And eases every pain: 3 It will cut off an hand or foot, Dismember the old Man; If we do not destroy his Life, We live, Lord, never can. 4 Wounds of a Sword do mortal prove If once it pierce the heart; So let thy Word, Lord, hit our sin, A mortal wound impart. 5 A Sword doth often fright a Foe, So that he cowardly Beholding it, away doth go, Nay, swift perhaps does fly; 6 Even so that Soul who hath thy Word Drawn always in his Hand, Doth make his Enemies to run, A Battle will not stand.

The Second Part. 1 It a two edged Sword is too, It wounds always with one, And with the other it does heal Likewise e're it has done; ⟨p. 205⟩2 By its sharp threats it wounds the Soul, But turn it then again, It's Promises does make us whole, And eases every pain: 3 It will cut off an hand or foot, Dismember the old Man; If we do not destroy his Life, We live, Lord, never can. 4 Wounds of a Sword do mortal prove If once it pierce the heart; So let thy Word, Lord, hit our sin, A mortal wound impart. 5 A Sword doth often fright a Foe, So that he cowardly Beholding it, away doth go, Nay, swift perhaps does fly; 6 Even so that Soul who hath thy Word Drawn always in his Hand, Doth make his Enemies to run, A Battel will not stand.