"Within Thine House, a Sabbath Prayer."

By William Cowper Jesus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy-seat; Where'er they seek Thee Thou art found, And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground. For thou, within no walls confin'd, 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 pow'r of pray'r, To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heav'n before our eyes. Behold! At thy commanding Word, We stretch the curtain and the cord; Come Thou, and fill this wider space, And help us with a large increase. Lord, we are few, but Thou art near; Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear; Oh rend the heav'ns, come quickly down, And make a thousand hearts thine own!