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