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