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