M. A. S. Deck

P.M.

THERE is a city bright,

Closed are its gates to sin;

Naught that defileth,

Naught that defileth,

Can ever enter in.

2

Saviour, I 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!