1 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, there they behold thy mercy seat; where'er they seek thee, thou are found, and every place is hallowed ground. 2 For you, within no walls confined, are dwelling in the humble mind; such ever bring you where they come, and going, take you 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 heaven before our eyes. 5 Lord, we are few, but you are near; nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear: O rend the heavens, come quickly down, and make a thousand hearts thine own.