Not Only When Ascends the Song

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!