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