Scriptural poems being several portions of Scripture digested into English verse / by John Bunyan.

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Title
Scriptural poems being several portions of Scripture digested into English verse / by John Bunyan.
Author
Bunyan, John, 1628-1688.
Publication
London :: Printed for J. Blare,
1700.
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Bible -- Paraphrases, English.
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"Scriptural poems being several portions of Scripture digested into English verse / by John Bunyan." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A30201.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 4, 2025.

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CHAP. II.

UNto the Lord his God then Jonah pray'd Out of the Belly of the Fish, and said, By reason of Affliction which lay sore Upon me, I the Lord God did implore, And he gave Ear; and from Hell's Belly I Cry'd unto thee, and thou, Lord, heard'st my Cry; For thou into the Deep hadst cast me out, And there the Floods did compass me about, In the midst of the Sea, thy Waves were sent, And all thy Billows which my Head o'er went. Then said I though thy Presence hath forsook Me, to thy Holy Temple will I look. The Waters compassed about my Soul, And the great Deeps did round about me rowl, The Weeds were wrapt about my Head, I went Down to the bottom of the Element;

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The Earth with her strong Bars surrounded me, Yet thou, O Lord, from Death hast set me free. When my Soul fainted, on the Lord I thought, And to thee to thy Temple then was brought My Pray'r. They their own Mercies do despise, Who have regard to lying Vanities. But with the Voice of my Thanksgiving, I Will offer Sacrifice to thee on high, And pay my Vows which I have vow'd each one, For why? Salvation's of the Lord alone. And now the Fish, as God did give Command, Did vomit Jonah out upon dry Land.
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