| Song | My Song Is Love Unknown |
| Album | Hymns For Lent |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Samuel Crossman |
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| Tags | My Song Is Love Unknown |
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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 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.
Sometimes They Strew His Way,
And His Strong Praises Sing,
Resounding All The Day
Hosannas To Their King.
Then “Crucify!”
Is All Their Breath,
And For His Death
They Thirst And Cry.
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 Against Him Rise.
They Rise, And Needs Will Have
My Dear Lord Made Away;
A Murderer They Save,
The Prince Of Life They Slay.
Yet Steadfast He
To Suffering Goes,
That He His Foes
From Thence Might Free.
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.
