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