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