Seek the Lord

When I'm running after things of this world When I haven't left another rock to overturn When the cupboards and the cellars have all gone bare You're my sustenance, and you were always there Seek the Lord And his strength Seek his presence always Seek the Lord And his strength Seek the Lord, seek the Lord, and obey When I'm lost I'm searching far and searching wide For a comfort that can salvage me my pride Right beside me is what I'm really yearning for You're my fire in the night who I adore Seek the Lord And his strength Seek his presence always Seek the Lord And his strength Seek the Lord, seek the Lord, and obey Running to the tomb right through the morning haze Hope against all hope 'cause it had been three days Peter stopped to peer into the empty grave Do not seek the living where the dead are laid Seek the Lord And his strength Seek his presence always Seek the Lord And his strength Seek the Lord, seek the Lord, and obey