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