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