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Jesus! where'er Thy people meet,
There they behold Thy mercy seat;
Where'er they 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;
Her 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;
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.
Abrar Abiyyu Mar 2018
A long struck companion, chosen of desire.
Diced bone of longed one, unrevealed pages afore.
Thousand fantasy lies of faces of the unexpressed,
Chimera of brainless nature expressed.

Hid well beneath the ocean vast in one of them forest,
Regardless flaws the nature giving.
Carried away from the distant inhabitest,
Astonishment of reclusion from a being.

Lonerism at its finest, shrined in his sanctuaries
Across the ignorance of the black seas.
Condemned, longed for his soulless
Paganized emotions this life lies.

— The End —