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