But he ask d, and Jesus granted
Alms which none but he could give :
" Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day ;"
Straight he saw and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.
3 Oh ! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
" Friends, is not my case amazing?
What a Saviour I have found !
Oh ! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me ;
Surely they would hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see. "
96.
The House of Prayer.—Mark, xi, 17. C.
1 THY mansion is the Christian s heart,
Lord, thy dwelling-place secure !
Bid the unruly throng depart,
And leave the consecrated door.
2 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.
3 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.
4 I know them, and I hate their din,
Am weary of the bustling crowd ;
But while their voice is heard within
1 cannot serve thee as I would.
5 Oh ! 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.
