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