Friday, March 21, 2008

O Sacred Head Now Wounded (Hymn)

What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest friend,
For this, thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord let me never, never
Outlive my love for me.

Anonymous

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Friday, March 21, 2008

O Sacred Head Now Wounded (Hymn)

What language shall I borrow
To thank thee, dearest friend,
For this, thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever;
And should I fainting be,
Lord let me never, never
Outlive my love for me.

Anonymous

0 comments:

 

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