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William Cowper - Olney Hymn 17: The House of Prayer
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Thy mansion is the Christian`s heart, 
O Lord, Thy dwelling place secure! 
Bid the unruly throng depart, 
And leave the consecrated door. 

Devoted as it is to Thee, 
A thievish swarm frequents the place, 
They steal away my hopes from me, 
And rob my Saviour of His praise. 

There, too, a sharp designing trade 
Sin, Satan, and the World maintain; 
Nor cease to press me, and persuade 
To part with ease, and purchase pain. 

I know them, and I hate their din; 
And weary of the bustling crowd; 
But while their voice is heard within, 
I cannot serve Thee as I would. 

Oh! for the joy thy presence gives, 
What peace shall reign when Thou art there; 
Thy presence makes this den of thieves 
A calm delightful house of prayer. 

And if Thou make Thy temple shine, 
Yet self-abased, will I adore; 
The gold and silver are not mine; 
I give Thee what was Thine before.
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