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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 Lord 'tis a droughty time we see With us, alas, within, Our moisture seems all dried up By Lust, that fire of sin.
1 LOrd 'tis a droughty time we see With us, alas, within, Our moysture seems all dried up By Lust, that fire of sin.
2 O thou who dost command the Clouds, Shall now thy Showers fall? Shall Rain pour out on barren Hearts? And Dews distil as small
2 O thou who dost command the Clouds, Shall now thy Showers fall? Shall Rain pour out on barren Hearts? And Dews distill as small
3 Upon the sweet and tender Herb, That so the one may be Made soft with Rain, and th' other Refreshed be by thee?
4 The Rain falls at thy dread Command A Shower here and there; 'Tis as thou dost, O Lord, appoint That we of Blessings share;