Have you heard Him, seen Him, known Him;
Is not yours a captured heart?
Chief among ten thousand own Him;
Joyful choose the better part.
Idols once they won me, charmed me
Lovely things that turned my face;
So it was that sin deceived me
‘Til the Lord outpoured His grace.
What has stripped the seeming beauty
From these idols of the earth?
Not a sense of right or duty,
But the sight of peerless worth.
So the crushing of these idols
Was accomplished from the start
By the beaming of His beauty
The unveiling of His heart.
It’s the look that melted Peter
It’s the face that Stephen saw
It’s the heart that wept with Mary
Can alone from idols draw.
Draw and win and fill completely
Till the cup o’erflows the brim.
What have we to do with idols
Who have fellowshipped with Him?