885    148th     John Berridge
“What have I to do any more with idols?” Hos. 14. 8

1 Our fancy loves to range
  In search of earthly good,
  And freely would exchange
  A pearl for rotten wood;
  Snaps at a shadow, thin and vain,
  Is fooled and vexed, yet snaps again.

2 Fain would the heart unite
  A Christ with idols base,
  And link mid-day with night,
  Or mammon foul with grace;
  And in one bosom, false as hell,
  Would have the ark and Dagon dwell.

3 But Christ will not allow
  A rival near his throne;
  A jealous God art thou,
  And wilt be King alone!
  Dagon shall fall before thy face,
  Or thy sweet ark will leave the place.

4 Dear Jesus, thou art true,
  Though false from thee I slide;
  And wilt thou not subdue
  And link me to thy side?
  I would give all my ramblings o’er;
  Speak, Lord, and bid me stray no more.