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?