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