Jesus! where'er Thy people meet, <br />There they behold Thy mercy seat; <br />Where'er they seek Thee, Thou art found, <br />And every place is hallow'd ground. <br /> <br />For Thou, within no walls confined, <br />Inhabitest the humble mind; <br />Such ever bring Thee where they come <br />And going, take Thee to their home. <br /> <br />Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few! <br />Thy former mercies here renew; <br />Her to our waiting hearts proclaim <br />The sweetness of Thy saving name. <br /> <br />Here may we prove the power of prayer, <br />To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; <br />To teach our faint desires to rise, <br />And bring all Heaven before our eyes. <br /> <br />Behold, at Thy commanding word <br />We stretch the curtain and the cord; <br />Come Thou, and fill this wider space, <br />And bless us with a large increase. <br /> <br />Lord, we are few, but Thou art near: <br />Nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear; <br />Oh rend the heavens, come quickly down, <br />And make a thousand hearts Thine own.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-opening-a-place-for-social-prayer/
