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