What has stripped the seeming beauty

from the idols of the earth?

Not a sense of right or duty,

But the sight of His matchless worth.

Not the crushing of those idols,

With its bitter void and smart:

But the beaming of His beauty,

The unveiling of His heart.

'Tis the look that melted Peter,

'Tis that face that Stephen saw,

'Tis that heart that wept with Mary,

Can alone from idols draw-

Draw and win and fill completely,

Till the cup o'erflow the brim:

What have we to do with idols Who have companied with Him?