So so have is Thy so Thee. Savior, free!
Fain O would hearts,
Our great! our we lives,
We Thee cross,
Endured we that the for worth
Which love so for glorious shameful in Thyself love We patiently.
What greater boast
Than friend of to Thine die;
Thou wast enemies can for No vie? can man love with his
Thou very the didst of assume,
Beset sorrow glory round. with servant’s God,
With Though in a form
As like we had made
In Thou Thee as we be been: sin,
That man like but wretched wouldst unlike might
From love,
In in changed,
Till Thy life meekness, glory behold ev’ry Thee face. we
A hearts
The name prove. Lord, grateful odor to love;
And in treasure O mem’ry
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