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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 joys 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,
Am weary of the bustling crowd;
But while their voice is heard within,
I cannot serve thee as I would.
O! for the joy thy presence gives,
What peace shall reign when thou art here!
Thy presence makes this den of thieves,
A calm delightful house of prayer.
And if thou make thy temple thine,
Yet, self-abased, will I adore;
The gold and silver are not mine,
I give thee what was thine before.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1779
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Bible Refs:
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Mk 11:17;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MARYTON
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1874
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 320 | D | | # 456 | D | | # 518 | E | | # 63 | E | | # 32 | E | | # 128 | Eb | | # 451 | Eb | | # 385 | Eb | | # 426 | Eb | | # 122 | Eb | | # 11 | Eb |
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