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Our God, 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.
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;
Cone 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:
O rend the heavens, come quicky down,
And make a thousand hearts thine own!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1779
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 533 |
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