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