| My song is love unknown, my Savior’s love to me
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| Love to the loveless shown, that they might lovely be
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| Oh, who am I that for my sake
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| Oh, who am I that for my sake
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| My Lord should take frail flesh and die?
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| He came from heaven’s throne salvation to bestow
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| But they refused and none the longed-for Christ would know
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| This is my friend, my friend indeed
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| This is my friend, my friend indeed
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| Who at my need, His life did spend
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| Sometimes they crowd His way and His sweet praises sing
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| Resounding all the day, hosannas to their King
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| Then, «Crucify!» |
| is all their breath
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| Then, «Crucify!» |
| is all their breath
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| And for His death they thirst and cry
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| Why, what has my Lord done to cause this rage and spite
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| He made the lame to run, and gave the blind their sight
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| What injuries, yet these are why
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| What injuries, yet these are why
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| The Lord Most High so cruelly dies
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| With angry shouts they have my dear Lord done away
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| A murderer they save, the Prince of Life they slay
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| Yet willingly, He bears the shame
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| Yet willingly, He bears the shame
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| That through His name all might be free
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| Here might I stay and sing of Him my soul adores
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| Never was love, dear King, never was grief like Yours
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| This is my friend in whose sweet praise
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| This is my friend in whose sweet praise
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| I, all my days would gladly spend |