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Faith is my Eye, Faith Strength affords,
Come, glorious Lord, my Hopes encrease,
Antiphon. He feeds the young Ravens that call upon him, and says, He esteems us much better than they : Behold a full Proof! He feeds them, and all Things elfe, but to feed us. Behold yet a fuller, and, o Riddle of Bounty! even out of the Feeder himself comes Food for us.
V. The Bread of Life which came down from Heaven,
R. Feeds us with the Bread, which is the Object both of Sense and understanding.
Let us Pray.
plier of thy Creatures with all convenient Sustenance to advance our Growth, and Strength, till we are fit to take Heaven by Violence, and rise at length to be eternal Enjoyers of thy self. Fix, we beseech thee, our Eyes, and Adoration on that
open Hand, which thus graciously gives us our daily Bread. And grant that the wonderful Feast of thy Son's Body, and Blood may duly fan&tifie our Tastes to all other thy Bounties, that they may relish, as they are, only thy great Love to us, and feed as they ought, purely thy dear Love in us, through the same our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
Artiphon. Whither, O my God, fhould we wander, if left to our felves? Where should we fix our Hearts, if not directed to thee?
every Work comes fair from the Hands of God.
At first endow'd with Dominion over the Earth, and, which was more, with Dominion over himself.
At first not only made fole Lord of Paradice; but Heir Apparent of the Heaven of Heavens.
All this was lost by one rash Act; disobeying the Law of thy wife Creator.
All this, alas, we lost by thy Tranfgreffion, which brought in Sin, and Death, and universal Misery.
Our Bodies were deprav’d by thy Distemper; and our Souls made fit for such deprav'd Bodies.
Our Senses quickly rebell'd against Reason; and both together conspir'd against Grace.
Dulness, and Ignorance o'respread the World ; Error, and Vice poffest Mankind.
The Law they observd was their own unruly Appetite, and the Deity worshipp’d, the Work of their own Hands.
Even the selected People of the true God; the favourite Nation of the Almighty Proyidence.
They who were brought out of Egypt with so many Wonders, and feated in a Country flowing with Milk and Honey.
They who had seen the Sea divide before them; and stand of each fide as a Wall to defend them.
They who had tasted the Quails, and the Manna from Heaven; and drunk of the Streams that came gushing out from the Rock.
Even they forgot their great Deliverer ; and set up for their God a Golden Calf.
They could not worship what they did not see; they must have Gods to go before tliem.
Thus lay the miserable World, all covered with Darkness, and the thickest Mists of gross Idolatry.
Thus had poor Man quite loft his Way; and all he could do was to wander up and down a while.
Till when his few vain Years were spent, he suddenly descended into everlasting Sor
This mov'd thy Pity, gracious Lord ! who often art found by those that seek thee not.
Who never withdrawest thy Hand in time of need; but constantly suppliest us in all our distresses.
This mov'd thy Pity to undertake our Relief to come down thy self to dwell among us.
To rescue the deluded World from Idolatry, and call Men by thy Preachers from Darkness to thy marvellous saving Light.
Thou camelt first to thine own, and dwelt among them, that they might see thy Glory, the Glory as of the only begotten Son of God, that God-Man, whom they might safely worship.
But thou again, dear Lord, must leave our World ; and though it be good for us, 'tis hard to part from thee.
Thou must again ascend into thy Father's Bosom, to prepare a Place for thy faithful Followers.
Yet even then, O thou wise and infinite Goodness! thou didst not wholly forsake our Earth.
But didst both send thy Holy Spirit to guide, and comfort us; and give thy self in the holy Eucharist to feed and nourish our hungry Souls with that Sacramental Food.
Still thou art really present to us in that holy Mystery of Love, and we offer op our Devotions in it, with our utmost Reverence, Wonder, and Love.
We know 'tis impoffible to adore, and love our God too much ; O that it were poslible to love, and admire him, and adore him enough.
Glory be to the Father, &c.
Antiphen. Whither, O my God, should we wander, if left to our felves ? 'Where should we fix our Hearts, if not directed by thee ?
Ant. ] Blessed be thy Providence, O'God, that so tenderly nurses up the World still growing on to new Degrees of Perfection.
Coming wrought! what glorious Effeets has thy Coming produced.