Remember this when anger tries to hold you in its evil power. Flee from it as from your mortal foe.
Thy mansion is my cleansed heart,
O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,
And leave the consecrated floor.
Devoted though I am to thee,
A thievish swarm my soul annoys,
They grieve my Lord away from me,
And rob my heart of all its joys.
O Lord, what bliss thy presence gives!
What peace shall reign when thou art here!
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm, delightful house of prayer.