Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him

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.

Captivated by His beauty

Worthy tribute haste to bring;

Let His peerless worth constrain thee

Crown Him now unrivaled King.

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.

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.

Not the crushing of those idols

With its bitter void and smart;

But the beaming of His beauty

The unveiling of His heart.

Who extinguishes their taper

Till they hail the rising sun?

Who discards the garb of winter

Till the summer has begun?

’Tis that look that melted Peter

’Tis that face that Stephen saw

’Tis that heart that wept with Mary

Can alone from idols draw:

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?