Jesus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold Thy Mercy seat; Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, And every place is hallow'd ground.

For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind; Such ever bring Thee where they come, And, going, ake 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 heaven before our eyes.

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 all hearts, O Lord, Thine own.