English poem
Lxxiv. [64]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
“But we have in thy presence been,” say some, “and eaten there. Did we not eat thy Flesh for meat, and feed on Heav’nly Cheer? Whereon who feed shall never need, as thou thyself dost say, Nor shall they die eternally, but live with Christ for aye.
LXXV.
“We may allege, thou gav’st a pledge of thy dear Love to us, In Wine and Bread, which figuréd thy Grace bestowéd thus. Of strength’ning Seals, of sweetest Meals, have we so oft partaken; And shall we be cast off by thee, and utterly forsaken?“
The answer.