903    8.8.6.     (Author Unknown)
“My house is the house of prayer.” Luke 19. 46

1 My bosom was designed to be
  A house of prayer, O Lord for thee,
  A temple undefiled;
  But vile outrageous thieves broke in,
  And turned the house into a den,
  And all its glory spoiled.

2 There anger lies, and lust, and pride,
  And envy base its head will hide,
  And malice brooding ill;
  There unbelief the Lord denies,
  And falsehood whispers out its lies,
  And avarice gripeth still.

3 Thy help, Almighty Lord, impart,
  And drag the tyrants from my heart,
  And chase the thieves away;
  Within my bosom fix thy throne,
  And there be loved and served alone,
  And teach me how to pray.

4 [The work is thine to cleanse the place;
  Nor this without thy aid;
  Then let thy indignation burn,
  And all thy foes o’erturn, o’erturn,
  And rear again my head.]