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