The House of Prayer Mark 11:17
Olney Hymns, by William Cowper, from Cowper's Poems, Sheldon & Company, New York
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart, Devoted as it is to Thee, There, too, a sharp designing trade I know them, and I hate their din; Oh! for the joy Thy presence gives, And if Thou make Thy temple shine,O Lord, Thy dwelling-place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,
And leave the consecrated door.
A thievish swarm frequents the place;
They steal away my joys from me,
And rob my Saviour of His praise.
Sin, Satan, and the World maintain;
Nor cease to press me, and persuade
To part with ease, and purchase pain.
Am weary of the bustling crowd;
But while their voice is heard within,
I cannot serve Thee as I would.
What peace shall reign when Thou art there;
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm delightful house of prayer.
Yet, self-abased, will I adore:
The gold and silver are not mine;
