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