1  Jesus, where'er Thy people meet,

       There they behold Thy mercy-seat;

    Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found,

       With grace and mercy to abound.

 2  For Thou, within no walls confined,

       Inhabitest the humble mind;

    Such ever bring Thee where they come,

       And going, take Thee to their home.

 3  Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few,

       Thy former mercies here renew;

    Here, to our waiting hearts, proclaim

       The sweetness of Thy saving Name.

 4  Here may we prove the power of prayer

       To strengthen faith and sweeten care;

    To teach our faint desires to rise,

       And bring Thy light before our eyes.

 5  Lord, we are few, but Thou art near;

       Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear;

    Oh, rend the heavens, come quickly down,

       And make our waiting hearts Thine own.

 6  Command Thy blessing in this hour;

       And as the Spirit full of pow'r

    With life and vision full this place,

       That all Thy purpose we may trace.

 7  O Thou, our Head, our Life, our Guide,

       May nought in life or death divide

    The saints in Thy communion blessed,

       That all Thy fulness be expressed.