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Latest revision as of 13:17, 8 September 2008
My Song Is Love Unknown is a hymn by Samuel Crossman, written in 1664. It is usually sung to the hymn tune Love Unknown by John Ireland.
Contents
Tunes
- Love Unknown
 - St. John, by J.B. Calkin, 1827[1]
 
Lyrics
- Poet: Samuel Crossman (1623–1683), 1664
 - Copyright: Public Domain
 
Lyrics from Congregational Church Hymnal, 1887 (no. 120; p. 34)
- 1. My song is love unknown;
 - My Saviour'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?
 
 
- 2. He came from His blessed 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.
 
 
- 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.
 
 
- 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.
 
 
- 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.
 
 
- 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.
 
 
- 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.