O Saints of Old, Not Yours Alone

O saints of old

not yours alone

The search for God shall be;

We take the glo­ry for our own;

Lord

we are seek­ing Thee.

Not on­ly when as­cends the song

And sound­eth sweet the word;

Not on­ly with the Sab­bath throng

Our souls would seek the Lord.

We would not to our dai­ly task

Without our God re­pair

But in the world His pre­sence ask

And seek His glo­ry there.

O ev­ery­where

O ev­ery day

The grace is still out­poured;

We work

we watch

we strive

we pray

Behold Thy seek­ers

Lord.