O Lord, Where’er Thy People Meet (words only)
O Lord, 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.
Here may we prove the pow’r of prayer
To strengthen faith and banish care;
To teach our faint desires to rise,
And bring all heav’n before our eyes
Lord! We are weak, but Thou art near,
nor short Thine arm, nor deaf Thine ear;
Oh, fill us with Thy grace divine,
And may our hearts be holy Thine!
Henry W. Baker