Lxxvi. [65]

To whom the Lord, thus in a word,   returns a short reply: “I never knew any of you   that wrought Iniquity. You say you’ve been my Presence in;   but then, how came you there With Raiment vile that did defile   and quite disgrace my Cheer?

LXXVII.

“Durst you draw near without due fear   Unto my holy Table? Durst you profane and render vain,   so far as you were able, Those Mysteries, which whoso prize,   and carefully improve, Shall savéd be undoubtedly,   and nothing shall them move?