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