Jesus, Where'er Thy People Meet
Je-sus, wher-e'er Thy peo-ple meet,
There they be-hold Thy mer-cy seat;
Wher-e'er they seek Thee Thou art found,
And ev-ery place is hal-lowed ground.
For Thou, with-in no walls con-fined,
In-hab-i-test the hum-ble mind;
Such ev-er bring Thee when they come,
And, go-ing, take Thee to their home.
Dear Shep-herd of Thy cho-sen few,
Thy for-mer mer-cies here re-new;
Here to our wait-ing hearts pro-claim
The sweet-ness of Thy sav-ing name.
Here may we prove the power of prayer
To strength-en faith and sweet-en care,
To teach our faint de-sires to rise,
And bring all hea-ven be-fore our eyes.
Lord, we are few, but Thou art near;
Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear:
O rend the heavens, come quick-ly down,
And make a thou-sand hearts Thine own.