Lutheran Music

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Born a child and yet a king;
Your king, yet ev'ry nation
And yet remains on high,
Yet of Mary manhood gaining,
Yet all the world with his free grace supplying.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
Yet unborn but near;
All unworthy, yet make me
True God and yet true man,
Yet with heav'nly joy you bless us.
You loved us when not yet begun
Yet you care very little
Yet you are decked with beauty,
Yet not to them is giv'n
Yet we may not remain;
Yet upon the cross extended,
Yet your sinless death has brought us
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Yet cheerful he To suff'ring goes
Though parched and hungry, yet you prayed
Yet, O Lord, not thus alone
The mockery, and yet replies,
David's son, yet David's Lord.
We forfeited our lives yet are acquitted;
And yet whose faith has constant been,
Son of God, yet born of Mary.
Yet there shall we In your vict'ry
And him, as yet unknown,
Before he yet was born,
Yet all are one within your great design.
But then there breaks a yet more glorious day:
Made flesh, yet God and Lord.
Thrice falling, yet repentant,
Yet his words, rich grace revealing,
Yet receive me in your grace.
King of kings yet born of Mary,
Yet, passing, points to that glad feast above,
Yet here in earthly food I see
Dead yet alive I praise you!
Yet of that rose the stem,
Rich wounds, yet visible above,
Whom yet unseen we love;
Yet one o'er all the earth;
Yet she on earth has union
Yet he who dwells in heav'n above
Yet in this house, an earthly frame,
Though not yet seen by human eyes,
O happy day, O yet far happier hour,
See future sons and daughters, yet unborn,
The Church that it might yet recall
Yet man builds countless hells.
One sure faith yet standing fast;
And can you yet delay?
Yet now to you with contrite tears,
Yet even though I suffer
But yet in love he sought me
Yet will I fear no ill;
Yet never once reflects
Yet never is content
Yet he will not forsake me.
Yet I will not despair.
Yet I'm not despairing.
No help or counsel yet have brought,
And children's children yet shall prove
Yet on and onward still,
That generations yet unborn