But when by saints they’re viewed, God’s glory may they be.
Upon the table, bread’s a lifeless, senseless mass;
When taken in man’s mouth, the soul it joins, in class.
On table transubstantiation takes not place;[195]
The soul it is transforms it, nourished by God’s grace.
Such is the soul’s great power; most perspicacious man,
So long as that soul life and power retain can.105
A human being, mass of mingled flesh and blood,
Moved by the Lord, can cleave hill, dale, mine, and sea’s flood.
The strength of strongest man can merely split a stone;[196]