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