What can I think of better or more wholesome to my soul, than to humble myself entirely in thy presence, and extol thy infinite goodness above me?
I praise thee, O my God, and I extol thee for ever: I despise myself, and subject myself to thee, casting myself down to the depth of my unworthiness.
3. Behold, thou art the saint of saints, and I am the scum of sinners:
Behold, thou bowest thyself down to me, who am not worthy to look up to thee.
Behold, thou comest to me; thou art willing to be with me.
Thou invitest me to thy banquet, where thou wilt give me thy heavenly food, and the bread of angels to eat; no other, verily, than thyself, the living bread, who didst come down from heaven, and who givest life to the world.
4. Behold, whence love proceeds, what a bounty shines forth! how great thanks and praises are due to thee for these things!
Oh! how wholesome and profitable was thy device in this institution! how sweet and delightful this banquet in which thou givest thyself to be our food!