Mark 9:47

• [Mar 9:47] Whatever Dims Thy Sense Of Truth

  Whatever dims thy sense of truth Or stains thy purity, Though light as breath of summer air, O count it sin to thee. Preserve the tablet of thy thoughts From every blemish free, For our Redeemer’s holy faith Its temple makes with thee. And pray of God, that grace be given To tread the narrow way: How dark so ever it may seem, It leads to cloudless day.
  	source: Cyberhymnal

Mark 11:17

• [Mar 11:17] Thy Mansion Is The Christian’s Heart

  Thy mansion is the Christian’s heart, O Lord, Thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. Devoted as it is to Thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; They steal away my joys from me, And rob my Savior of His praise. 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. I know them, and I hate their din, Am weary of the bustling crowd; But while their voice is heard within, I cannot serve Thee as I would. O! 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. And if Thou make Thy temple thine, Yet, self-abased, will I adore; The gold and silver are not mine, I give Thee what was Thine before.

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  source: Cyberhymnal