My Song Is Love Unknown

Verse 1

My song is love unknown– my Savior’s love to me; love to the loveless shown, that they might lovely be. Oh, who am I, that for my sake my Lord should take frail flesh and die?

Verse 2

He came from His blest throne salvation to bestow; but men made strange, and none the longed for Christ would know. But oh, my Friend, my Friend indeed, who at my need His life did spend!

Verse 3

Sometimes they strew His way, and His sweet praises sing; resounding all the day hosannas to their King. Then “Crucify!” is all their breath, and for His death they thirst and cry.

Verse 4

Why, what hath my Lord done? What makes this rage and spite? He made the lame to run; He gave the blind their sight. Sweet injuries! Yet they at these themselves displease, and 'gainst Him rise.

Verse 5

They rise, and needs will have my dear Lord made away. A murderer they save; the Prince of Life they slay. Yet cheerful He to suff'ring goes, that He His foes from thence might free.

Verse 6

In life, no house, no home my Lord on earth might have; in death, no friendly tomb but what a stranger gave. What may I say? Heav'n was His home; but mine the tomb wherein He lay.

Verse 7

Here might I stay and sing– no story so divine! Never was love, dear King, never was grief like Thine. This is my Friend, in whose sweet praise I all my days could gladly spend.