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!