Clean Heart

My bosom was designed to be

A house of prayer, O Lord for thee,

A temple undefiled;

A temple undefiled;

But vile outrageous thieves broke in,

And turned this house into a den,

And all its glory spoiled.

And all its glory spoiled.

Thy help, Almighty Lord impart,

And drag the tyrants from my heart,

And chase the thieves away;

Oh chase those thieves away;

Within my bosom fix thy throne,

And there be loved and served alone,

And teach me how to pray.

Oh teach me how to pray.