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