MY SONG IS LOVE

My song is love unknown,

My Saviour's love to me:

Love to the loveless shown,

That they might lovely be.

O who am I, that for my sake

My Lord should take frail flesh and die?




He came from His blessed throne,

Salvation to bestow;

But men made strange, and none

The longed-for Christ would know:

But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed,

Who at my need His life did spend.




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.




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 suffering goes,

That He His foes from thence might free.




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? Heaven was His home;

And mine the tomb wherein He lay.




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.