Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him?
Is not thine a captured heart?
As the fairest of thousands own Him,
Joyful choose the better part?
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Thou art fairest of thousands to me;
Seize Thou my heart, cause my blind eyes to see.
Crushing all idols, with joy crown Thee
As the fairest of thousands to me.
Idols once they won thee, charm thee,
Lovely things of time and sense;
Gilded thus does sin disarm thee,
Honeyed lest thou turn thee thence.
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What has stript the seeming beauty
From the idols of the earth?
Not a sense of right or duty,
But the sight of peerless worth.
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Not the crushing of these idols,
With its bitter void and smart;
But the beaming of His beauty,
The unveiling of His heart.
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'Tis that look that melted Peter,
'Tis that face that Stephen saw,
'Tis that heart that wept with Mary,
Can alone from idols draws.
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Draw and win and fill completely,
Till the cup overflow the brim.
What have we to do with idols
Who have companied with Him?
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