We Are Seeking the Lord

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,
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:
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,
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!

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;
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;
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
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!