1 How fast their guilt and sorrows rise,
Who haste to seek some idol God?
I will not taste their sacrifice,
Their off'rings of forbidden blood.

2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offer'd up
JESUS his best beloved Son.

3 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.

4 I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he stands prepar'd
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.