| |
| O SAINTS of old! not yours alone | |
| These words most high shall be: | |
| We take the glory for our own; | |
| Lord! we are seeking Thee. | |
| |
| Not only when ascends the song, | 5 |
| And soundeth sweet the Word; | |
| Not only ’midst the Sabbath throng | |
| Our souls would seek the Lord. | |
| |
| We mingle with another throng | |
| And other words we speak: | 10 |
| To other business we belong: | |
| But still our Lord we seek. | |
| |
| We would not to our daily task | |
| Without our God repair, | |
| But in the world Thy presence ask, | 15 |
| And seek Thy glory there. | |
| |
| Would we against some wrong be bold | |
| And break some yoke abhorred? | |
| Amidst the strife and stir behold | |
| The seekers of the Lord! | 20 |
| |
| Yes, we who every yoke would break, | |
| Who every soul would free; | |
| The world our calling doth mistake: | |
| Lord! we are seeking Thee. | |
| |
| O! mean may seem the work we do; | 25 |
| O! vile the name we earn: | |
| But Thou hast eyes to look us through: | |
| Thy seekers, Lord, discern! | |
| |
| We lose, we lack that men may gain | |
| We suffer and we smile; | 30 |
| But why this joy amidst the pain? | |
| We seek our Lord the while. | |
| |
| When on Thy glorious works we gaze | |
| We fain would seek Thee there: | |
| Our gladness in their beauty raise | 35 |
| To joy in Thee, First Fair! | |
| |
| O everywhere, O every day, | |
| Thy grace is still outpoured; | |
| We work, we watch, we strive, we pray: | |
| Behold Thy Seekers, Lord! | 40 |
| |
