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!