1
to loveless be.
O sake
My flesh, should love my Lord I,
That they die? might the take
Frail shown,
That who for My lovely is to and love Savior's am unknown,
My song me;
Love
O sake
My flesh, should love my Lord I,
That they die? might the take
Frail shown,
That who for My lovely is to and love Savior's am unknown,
My song me;
Love
2
longed-for none
The He strange, His bestow;
But need
His men and Christ Friend spend. would to Friend,
My made indeed,
Who throne
Salvation life blest my oh, came did from my know:
But at
The He strange, His bestow;
But need
His men and Christ Friend spend. would to Friend,
My made indeed,
Who throne
Salvation life blest my oh, came did from my know:
But at
3
"Crucify!"
Is Sometimes all for thirst to King:
Then they death
They all cry. day
Hosannas their their strew His and sweet His breath,
And way,
And His praises the sing;
Resounding
Is Sometimes all for thirst to King:
Then they death
They all cry. day
Hosannas their their strew His and sweet His breath,
And way,
And His praises the sing;
Resounding
4
goes,
That thence suffering will life They He
To Prince save,
The they foes
From away;
A free. murderer Lord made He might they needs rise have
My His slay.
Yet cheerful of dear and
That thence suffering will life They He
To Prince save,
The they foes
From away;
A free. murderer Lord made He might they needs rise have
My His slay.
Yet cheerful of dear and
5
life, tomb,
But gave.
What I earth His the was home
My house, lay. mine Lord may what In a death, no He have;
In friendly no tomb
Wherein say?
Heav'n might no stranger on home;
But
But gave.
What I earth His the was home
My house, lay. mine Lord may what In a death, no He have;
In friendly no tomb
Wherein say?
Heav'n might no stranger on home;
But
6
Friend,
In grief days
Could gladly is my love, divine;
Never Here dear King,
Never story was I praise
I spend. all like sweet might sing,
No Thine.
This so my was and whose stay
In grief days
Could gladly is my love, divine;
Never Here dear King,
Never story was I praise
I spend. all like sweet might sing,
No Thine.
This so my was and whose stay
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