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!

When on Thy glo­ri­ous works we gaze,
There Thee we fain would see;
Our glad­ness in their beau­ty raise,
Our God, in joy to Thee!

O ev­ery­where, O ev­ery day,
Thy grace is still out­poured;
We work, we watch, we strive, we pray;
Behold Thy seek­ers, Lord!