W. Cowper


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.


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 all heaven 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.


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