Henry Constable - To the Blessed Sacrament lyrics

When thee (O holy sacrificèd Lamb) In severed signs I white & liquid see: As on thy body slain I think on thee, Which pale by shedding of thy blood became. And when again I do behold the same Veiled in white to be received of me: Thou seemest in thy syndon wrapped to be Like to a corpse, whose monument I am. Buried in me, unto my soul appear Prisoned in earth & banished from thy sight, Like our forefathers, who in Limbo were. Clear thou my thoughts, as thou did'st give the light: And as thou others freed from purging fire Quench in my heart the flames of bad desire.