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