How Fast Their Guilt and Sorrows Rise |
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
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.
2. My God provides a richer cup, | 3. 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.
4. I set him still before mine eyes; |