Seeking for Jesus—who? why, the wanderer,
The sad and the lonely, the poor and the blind;
The mourner all tearful, the storm-shattered pilgrim,
All anxiously striving this Jesus to find.

Seeking for Jesus—how? by contrition
For sins that have pierced Him, by unceasing prayer,
By faith in His word and by humble submission,
They’ll find Him, who thus to His footstool repair.

Seeking for Jesus—why? just to revel
On all the rich bounties His love can impart?
Or to sit at His feet, like the Bethany daughters,
And list to His teaching, and give Him the heart?

Seeking for Jesus—when? in life’s morning,
At noonday, ere life’s sun shall set in the west;
When hungry and weary, bereft, disappointed,
Or when all the pathway with joy shall be blest.

Seeking for Jesus—where? in the closet,
The vale, on the mount, in the temple of prayer;
Whoever, whenever, wherever we seek Him
In pureness of heart, He’ll be found of us there.

Letis Thorne
The Review and Herald
December 8, 1868