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