Jesus, where�er Thy
people meet,
There they behold Thy
mercy seat;
Where�er they seek
Thee Thou art found,
And every place is
hallowed ground.
For
Thou, within no walls
confined,
Inhabitest the humble
mind;
Such ever bring Thee,
where they come,
And, going, take Thee
to their home.
Dear Shepherd of
Thy chosen few,
Thy former mercies
here renew;
Here, to our waiting
hearts, proclaim
The sweetness of Thy
saving Name.
Here may we prove
the power of prayer
To strengthen faith
and sweeten care;
To teach our faint
desires to rise,
And bring all Heav�n
before our eyes.
Behold at Thy
commanding word,
We stretch the curtain
and the cord;
Come Thou, and fill
this wider space,
And bless us with a
large increase.
Lord, we are few,
but Thou art near;
Nor short Thine arm,
nor deaf Thine ear;
O rend the heavens,
come quickly down,
And make a thousand
hearts Thine own!
