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