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