On the Lord's Supper on Easter-Day

The Table is prepar'd, the King attends,
His Guests come slowly in, yet still he sends
Ambassadours abroad, to summon all,
And chide in such as come not at first call.
Strange Kindness! that we dust and ashes are,
So much his business, and so much his care,
That nothing less than his own Flesh and Blood,
Shall this day be to us mysterious Food.
Haste then, and put thy wedding garment on,
This is the Bridegroom's Coronation;
And thou, my soul, envited art, to be
Wash'd from all stains, and cloath'd with purity.
A blessed Feast, and highest honour this,
Each worthy guest to God invited is;
And ev'ry heart that heretofore was Hell,
Will now turn Paradise, where God will dwell.
Thus, thus we may a prepossession take
Of Heav'n and God, who only for our sake
Came down from Heav'n, that he himself might be
The guide and way to our felicity.