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