The Father seeketh worshippers,
His praises to impart,
And to and fro throughout the earth,
He searches every heart.
It is our hearts, the Savior wants,
Affections, and our praise;
The fruit and worship of our lips,
By singing e'er His ways.
His heart of love, would have His own,
Responding to His love,
By gathering around Himself,
And praising Him above.
"Sweet is thy voice," the Savior says
To His beloved bride,
Who thus responds to worship Him,
And owns the Lamb Who died.
What peace and satisfaction comes
From worshipping the Lord!
From praising and remembering Him,
According to His Word.
From knowing all our sins forgiven,
Our conscience now is free,
For Jesus paid the debt we owed,
On Calv'ry's cruel tree.
Oh! He is worthy of thy love,
He's worthy of thy praise;
And every knee shall bow to Him,
In coming future days.
But precious 'tis, to own Him now,
The Lamb for us once slain,
Responding to His heart of love,
And worship in His Name.
Oh! thank Him then, remember Him,
And worship at His feet,
Give Him the homage that's His due,
The praises that are meet.
May the thanksgivings of our heart,
Our praises e'er ascend,
To God the Father, through the blood
Of Christ, the sinner's Friend.