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I.

The Prince of Peace is come,
And cloth'd himself in clay;
Whoever find him room,
He'll take their guilt away,
Ye souls distress
In him believe,
And you shall live
Forever blest.

II.

This is the slaughter'd Lamb,
Who freely spills his blood,
To bear the sinners flame,
And bring them home to GOD ;
Unbounded grace
To sinners giv'n,
And soon in heav'n
Immortal bliss.

III.

Sinners receive his love,
And let your souls rejoice,
A crown of life above,
For all that hear his voice.
O flee from hell;
Enjoy his love;
In realms above
Forever dwell.

IV.

O GOD my soul divest
Of ev'ry pow'r but thine,
Thy love shall make my breast
A kingdom all divine.
When time is o'er
O let me be
Wrap'd up in thee
Forevermore.
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