Verse 1
Built by the most holy God,
Every soul his house should be,
Fitted for his fixt abode,
Fill’d with prayer and purity:
But when covetous and vain
Worldly lusts my soul receives,
Then thy temple I profane,
Turn it to a den of thieves.
Verse 2
Jesus, Purity Divine,
Plenitude of God below,
Come and claim this heart of mine,
All my selfish plans o’rethrow;
For thy name and glory’s sake,
Every trafficker expel,
Of thy own possession take,
In thy house forever dwell.