Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By The Golden Chain of Praise (1869). III. We are Seeking the LordThomas Hornblower Gill (18191906)
O
These words most high shall be:
We take the glory for our own;
Lord! we are seeking Thee.
And soundeth sweet the Word;
Not only ’midst the Sabbath throng
Our souls would seek the Lord.
And other words we speak:
To other business we belong:
But still our Lord we seek.
Without our God repair,
But in the world Thy presence ask,
And seek Thy glory there.
And break some yoke abhorred?
Amidst the strife and stir behold
The seekers of the Lord!
Who every soul would free;
The world our calling doth mistake:
Lord! we are seeking Thee.
O! vile the name we earn:
But Thou hast eyes to look us through:
Thy seekers, Lord, discern!
We suffer and we smile;
But why this joy amidst the pain?
We seek our Lord the while.
We fain would seek Thee there:
Our gladness in their beauty raise
To joy in Thee, First Fair!
Thy grace is still outpoured;
We work, we watch, we strive, we pray:
Behold Thy Seekers, Lord!