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