How Fast Their Guilt and Sorrows Rise

How fast their guilt and sor­rows rise

Who haste to seek some id­ol-god!

I will not taste their sac­ri­fice

Their of­fer­ings of for­bid­den blood.

My God pro­vides a rich­er cup

And nob­ler food to live up­on:

He for my life has of­fered up

Jesus

His best be­lov­èd Son.

His love is my per­pe­tu­al feast;

By day His coun­sels guide me right!

And be His name for ev­er blest

Who gives me sweet ad­vice by night.

I set Him still be­fore mine eyes;

At my right hand He stands pre­pared

To keep my soul from all sur­prise

And be my ev­er­last­ing guard.