Thy Flesh a solemn pledge conveys,
That our weak flesh, though here it dies,
Like herbs brought forth by dews and rays,
A glorious body shall arise,
Which, when this pilgrim state is o’er,
Shall live with Thee for evermore.
O Lamb of God, such precious gifts
Are in this holy Banquet stored,
The soul from earth to heaven it lifts,
In faith to feed at this Thy Board: