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.

O who am I

That for my sake

My Lord should take

Frail flesh

and die?

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.

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?

Heav’n was His home;

But 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.