1 HAST thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him? Is not thine a captured heart? Chief among ten thousand own Him, Joyful choose the better part.
2 Idols once they won thee, charmed thee, Lovely things of time and sense; Gilded thus does sin disarm thee, Honeyed lest thou turn thee thence.
3 What has stripped the seeming beauty From the idols of the earth? Not a sense of right or duty, But the sight of peerless worth.
4 Not the crushing of those idols, With its bitter void and smart; But the beaming of His beauty, The unveiling of His heart.
5 Who extinguishes their taper Till they hail the rising sun? Who discards the garb of winter Till the summer has begun?
6 'Tis the look that melted Peter, 'Tis the face that Stephen saw, 'Tis the heart that wept with Mary, Can alone from idols draw:
7 Draw and win and fill completely, Till the cup o'erflow the brim; What have we to do with idols Who have companied with Him?