“Tell me, O Thou whom my soul loveth,
where Thou feedest, where Thou makest Thy
“The scepter shall not depart from Judah,
nor a lawgiver from between his feet, until
“For where two or three are gathered together
in My name, there am I in the midst
O Saviour mine, who shed Thy blood for me,
Show me the place where I may worship Thee:
‘Midst turmoil and confusion all around,
The place where Thine own presence may be found.
We note in Israel’s history, blessed Lord,
There was a place according to Thy Word:
In Shiloh Thou didst choose to place Thy name,
And Israel yearly up to Shiloh came.
Dost Thou maintain a place, blest Lord, today,
‘Midst ruin and declension and decay,
Where to Thy people Thou dost still draw near
And meet with them, their feeble praise to hear?
To all who ask “Where wilt Thou?” of their Lord,
He’ll guidance give, according to His Word.
To willing hearts He says, “Come unto Me,”
To Shiloh, place of sweet tranquility.
For Shiloh is our Lord, and in His name
If gathered, we will find Him still the same:
Such condescending grace in this we see—
The Lord of glory meets with “two or three.”
O precious place of peacefulness and rest!
Those gathered thus with Christ—how richly blest!
Where He alone is worshiped and adored—
The worthy one—our risen blessed Lord.
Pre-eminent is He, God’s only Son—
The altogether pure and lovely one!
Exalt Him then: let hearts and voices raise
Their songs to Him in worship and in praise.