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