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6.6.5.5.6.

1
There is a city bright;
Closed are its gates to sin;
Nought that defileth,
Nought that defileth
Can ever enter in.

2
Saviour, I’d come to Thee!
O Lamb of God, I pray,
Cleanse me and save me,
Cleanse me and save me,
Wash all my sins away.

3
Lord, make me, from this hour,
Thy loving child to be;
Kept by Thy power,
Kept by Thy power
From all that grieveth Thee:

4
Till in the snowy dress
Of Thy redeemed I stand,
Faultless and stainless,
Faultless and stainless,
Safe in that happy land!