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