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