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