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