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The Book of Perpetual Adoration.

present but a mean piece of bread ! Vere tu es Deus dbsconditus. Verily, we must confess, now or never, that the God whom we adore is a Hidden God, as He divests Himself of all marks of His Godhead.

Heis all-powerful, but under the sacramental species, He is all-weak ; it is He who gives motion to all things, but here He does not move. He is the Uncreated Word, the Eternal Word, and He utters not a word. We may even be guilty of insolence in His Divine Presence, by our discourses and postures, or by evil glances, yet He seems not to perceive it. O my God, to what has love reduced Thee ? We might even say that He has made Himself like unto those idols of which the Psalmist says, they have eyes and see not, they have ears and hear not, they have hands and handle not.

There is no sign of life discernible in the Consecrated Host, and to the senses there is no difference between one that is consecrated and another which is not. If, in the manger, God's love is bound by the swathing bands that are wrapped round Him, He is still at liberty to sigh ; whilst on the Cross, He speaks and has the use of His Sacred Eyes, but this is not the case in the Divine Eucharist. If, at least, He appeared in It under the semblance of an Angel, or some other noble creature, He would obtain the reverence of men; but He is united, not to an intellectual creature, not to a substance, but to the appearance of a crumb of bread and a drop of wine. He