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