1 Jesus, where'er your people meet,
there they behold your mercy seat;
where'er they seek you, you are found,
and ev'ry place is hallowed ground.
2 For you, within no walls confined,
are dwelling in the humble mind;
such ever bring you where they come,
and going, take you to their home.
3 Dear Shepherd of your chosen few,
your former mercies here renew;
here to our waiting hearts proclaim
the sweetness of your saving name.
4 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.
5 Lord, we are few, but you are near;
nor short your arm, nor deaf your ear:
O rend the heav'ns, come quickly down,
and make a thousand hearts your own.
Source: Trinity Psalter Hymnal #167
|First Line:||Jesus, where'er thy people meet|
|Author:||William Cowper (1769)|