Of the Holy Eucharist

But lo we see, we touch, sayeth John,
True God in Christ by name of man.
So may we say and not be shent,
We touch his Flesh in Sacrament.

But as God had his Body at will,
To use, and yet no place to fill,
When doors and walls might not resist
But he would be where that him list.

And as him list, not felt, not seen,
But when him list: so here I mean,
He hath in power, in Body pure
To use always at his pleasure.

Yet is the same the same Body,
That rose to life never to die.
The Body true as sprite in thee,
The manner new unknown to me.

As Christ willed it and spake it
And thankfully blessed it and brake it,
And as the sacred words do make it
So I believe and take it.
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