Songs

Jesus, where’er Thy people meet

		
299
			L.M.

1	Jesus, where’er Thy people meet,
	There they behold Thy mercy seat;
	Where’er they seek Thee Thou art found,
	And every place is hallowed ground.

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 all heav’n 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!

					W. Cowper