Blessed Are the Pure in Heart

Father, our bosoms, dark and drear,
  Are in such evil case
With hate, ambition, care, and fear.
  We cannot see thy face.

Cast out our Legion; cleanse thy room.
  But not to leave it bare;
Let Christ into his temple come,
  And devils will not dare.

His light will cleanse the eyes to see,
  Open the ears to hear;
And so the house prepared for thee,
  Thy vision will draw near.

Thy glory shall free entrance win,
  When thou com’st to thy place;
And full of holy eyes within
  We shall behold thy face.