188 My Song Is Love Unknown
[1]
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?
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?
[2]
He came from His blest 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.
He came from His blest 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.
[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.
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.
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.
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]
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.
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.