Jesus! Where'Er Thy People Meet, There They Behold Thy Mercy Seat; Where'Er Thy Seek Thee, Thou Art Found, And Every Place Is Hallow'D 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. Behold, At Thy Commanding Word We Stretch The Curtain And The Cord;[1] Come Thou And Fill This Wider Space, And Bless Us With A Large Increase. 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 A Thousand Hearts Thine Own!