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