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-beloved Son.

His love is my perpetual feast;

By day his counsels guide me right;

And be his name for ever blessed,

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.