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 banish care;

To teach our faint desires to rise,

And bring all heaven before our eyes.