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