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.

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 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 Thy light before our eyes.

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.

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.

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.