Here you will find thePoemMeditation Before Sacramentof poet Thomas Parnell
Arise my soul & hast away Thy god doth call & canst thou stay Thee to his table he invites To tast of heavenly delights He sufferd death to sett thee free From sin; & canst thou slothfull be To serve him should he for it call Thy life would be a gift too small But he desires to make it Blest And now Invites thee to a feast A feast of the divinest food A feast of our own saviours flesh & blood For shame dull sluggish soul arise Wilt thou so great a good despise You'de earthly kings obey with pride & is ye king of heav'n deni'de Thou know'st not what this act doth mean Or would'st not sure be Backward then The god who all has made tis he Invites so base a worm as thee & wilt thou then ungratefull be No Ld I come & be thou kind In mercy to me wretchd & blind The way thou must not onely shew But give me eyes to find it too Each step I take yn to thy holy place Ile utter Halelujahs to thy praise
