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.