The dearest idol I have known
What e’re that idol be.
Help me to tear it from Thy throne
And worship only Thee!
Idols I have, not all of wood or stone.
To be sure they’re close to me.
Their beauty hath surely caught my eye,
Their numbers hath surely grown.
And hence they litter up this life.
Drawing me away from Thee.
Perchance they have caused me strife?
Lord would’st Thou set me free
From all that is a curse upon me?
Take from me, hence I can see,
The cross that bindeth me.
So that in This life I can gladly see
That I chooseth only Thee.
The idols of this world will no more
Will have no sway over me.