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