The Father seeketh worshippers,
His praises to impart,
And to and fro throughout the earth
He searches every heart.
It is our hearts the Saviour wants,
Affections and our praise;
The fruit and worship of our lips
By singing of 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 Saviour says
To His beloved bride,
Who thus responds to worship Him
And thank 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 Calvary’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.
L. Beckwith