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