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 wall 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 pow’r of pray’r,

To strengthen faith and sweeten care,

To teach our faint desires to rise,

And bring all heav’n before our eyes.

Lord, we are few, but Thou art near,

Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear,

O rend the heav’ns, come quickly down,

And make a thousand hearts Thine own!