1
sake
My am unknown,
My who flesh, loveless My me;
Love should I,
That they and to love take
Frail might to Lord Savior’s my lovely be.
O the song shown,
That for love die? is
My am unknown,
My who flesh, loveless My me;
Love should I,
That they and to love take
Frail might to Lord Savior’s my lovely be.
O the song shown,
That for love die? is
2
He none
The and came oh, Friend His strange, men made throne
Salvation blest Friend,
My would know:
But my to my from life bestow;
But spend. Christ need
His did longed-for indeed,
Who at
The and came oh, Friend His strange, men made throne
Salvation blest Friend,
My would know:
But my to my from life bestow;
But spend. Christ need
His did longed-for indeed,
Who at
3
day
Hosannas “Crucify!”
Is King:
Then and all they for their sweet His their all breath,
And praises thirst cry. strew Sometimes to His death
They His the sing;
Resounding way,
And
Hosannas “Crucify!”
Is King:
Then and all they for their sweet His their all breath,
And praises thirst cry. strew Sometimes to His death
They His the sing;
Resounding way,
And
4
slay.
Yet His away;
A they Prince thence foes
From made cheerful goes,
That will and suffering He
To of rise they have
My might murderer He Lord needs They save,
The dear life free.
Yet His away;
A they Prince thence foes
From made cheerful goes,
That will and suffering He
To of rise they have
My might murderer He Lord needs They save,
The dear life free.
5
mine He say?
Heav’n tomb,
But I the friendly might life, no death, earth no gave.
What In tomb
Wherein on Lord a no home;
But His home
My what stranger may have;
In house, was lay.
Heav’n tomb,
But I the friendly might life, no death, earth no gave.
What In tomb
Wherein on Lord a no home;
But His home
My what stranger may have;
In house, was lay.
6
Thine.
This Friend,
In all praise
I King,
Never I and sweet like is spend. my gladly grief was Here story days
Could so dear might stay whose divine;
Never love, was sing,
No my
This Friend,
In all praise
I King,
Never I and sweet like is spend. my gladly grief was Here story days
Could so dear might stay whose divine;
Never love, was sing,
No my
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