Mark 11: Built by the most holy God

Built by the most holy God,
Every soul His house should be.
Fitted to His fix'd 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.

Jesus, Purity Divine,
Plenitude of God below,
Come and claim this heart of mine,
All my selfish plans o'erthrow;
For Thy name and glory's sake,
Eveiy trafficker expel.
Of Thy own possession take,
In Thy house for ever dwell,