Jesus, where’er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy seat;
Where'er they seek thee thou art found
And ev’ry 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.

Great 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!