As Men Seek For Hidden Treasure


As men seek for hidden treasure,
As for rain thirsts the drying sod,
As the hart pants after water,
So my heart pants after God.

I seek not for worldly pleasure,
I pray not for earthly store;
My whole soul goes after Jesus—
I am seeking nothing more.

Oh, to be holy, holy, holy,
Like my Savior every day,
To be filled with all His fullness,
‘Tis for this I pray and pray.