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 walls confined,
Dost dwell with those of humble mind;
Such ever bring Thee where they come,
And, going, take Thee to their home.
Yet everywhere Thou guid'st Thine own
To raise for Thee an earthly throne;
And where Thy Name Thou dost record,
There Thou wilt come and bless them, Lord!
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.
Here to the weary, hungry soul,
Give Thou the gift that maketh whole;
The bread that is Christ's flesh, for food,
The wine that is the Savior's blood.
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 a thousand hearts Thine own!