by John Newton

“ And yet to idols oft we seek, While thou art in our view. Some golden calf, or golden dream, Some fancied creature-good, Presumes to share the heart with him, Who bought the whole with blood. LORD, save us from our golden calves, Our sin with grief we own; We would no more be thine by halves, But live to thee alone. ”

“ With blazing Sinai still in view, A molten calf they cast. Yea, Aaron, God's anointed priest, Who on the mount had been He durst prepare the idol-beast, And lead them on to sin. LORD, what is man! and what are we, To recompense thee thus! In their offence our own we see, Their story points at us. ”