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 that look that melted Peter,

       'Tis that face that Stephen saw,

    'Tis that 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?