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