Jesus, where-e'er Thy people meet, There they behold Thy mercy seat. Where-e'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 the 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. 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!