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HYMN XIV. FOR PEACE.

Come, thou choicest gift of heaven,
Far from earth by sinners driven,
While we for thy absence mourn,
Lovely, lasting peace, return.
Forfeited by Britain's sin,
Lost to us thou long hast been,
Us, for our iniquity,
Punish'd with the want of thee.
Never can we know thy way,
While we from our Maker stray;
But we now our sin deplore:
Come, and never leave us more.
Prince of Peace, and Israel's King,
With Thyself the blessing bring;
Peace Divine Thy Spirit imparts;
Plant Thy kingdom in our hearts.

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Every stubborn spirit bow,
Turn us, Lord, and turn us now;
Thou who hear'st Thy people's prayer,
End this dire intestine war.
Sprinkling us with Thy own blood,
Reconcile us first to God,
Then let all the British race
Kindly, cordially embrace.
Concord, on a distant shore,
To our countrymen restore;
Every obstacle remove,
Melt our hatred into love.
Gospel-grace to each extend,
Every foe, and every friend,
Then in Thee we sweetly find
Peace with God and all mankind.