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