Faith, Spirituality and Religion

God defend the right!

Now, God be prais’d, that to believing souls Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!

O lente, lente currite noctis equi: 7 [Slowly, slowly run, O horses of the night:] The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned. O, I’ll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down? See, see where Christ’s blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul—half a drop: ah, my Christ!

When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that is not Heaven.

Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer, Conspired against our God with Lucifer, And are forever damned with Lucifer.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it: Think’st thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being deprived of everlasting bliss?

But pray God that he absolve us all! 4

In this faith I will to live and die.

By God! in erthe I was his purgatorie, For which I hope his Soule be in glorie.

Sathan, that evere us waiteth to bigile.

Jhesu Crist, and seiynte Benedight, Blesse this hous from every wikked wight.

But Cristes loore and his apostles twelve He taughte, but first he folwed it hymselve.

His studie was but litel on the Bible.

Nature, the vicaire of the almyghty lorde.

Lord Jesu, blessed Pelican. 4

Thus Angels’ Bread is made The Bread of man today: The Living Bread from Heaven With figures doth away: O wondrous gift indeed! The poor and lowly may Upon their Lord and Master feed. 2

O saving Victim, opening wide The gate of heaven to man below, Our foes press on from every side, Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow. 3

Sing, my tongue, the Savior’s glory, Of His Flesh the mystery sing; Of the Blood, all price exceeding, Shed by our immortal King. 1

Down in adoration falling, Lo! the sacred Host we hail; Lo! o’er ancient forms departing, Newer rites of grace prevail; Faith for all defects supplying, Where the feeble senses fail.

Humility, a sense of reverence before the sons of heaven— of all the prizes that a mortal man might win, these, I say, are wisest; these are best.

There is no happiness where there is no wisdom; No wisdom but in submission to the gods. Big words are always punished, And proud men in old age learn to be wise.

All that is and shall be, And all the past, is his [Zeus’s].

But all your [Creon’s] strength is weakness itself against The immortal unrecorded laws of God. They are not merely now: they were and shall be Forever, beyond man utterly.

Men create the gods in their own image.