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