| Song | My Song Is Love Unknown |
| Content Description | My Song Is Love Unknown lyrics is a deeply moving Christian hymn that reflects on the immeasurable love of Jesus Christ shown through His suffering and sacrifice. This worship song portrays the mystery of Christ’s rejection by humanity and His willing endurance of the cross for the sake of salvation. It emphasizes themes of love, grace, and redemption, drawing believers into heartfelt reflection and worship. Often sung during Lent and Holy Week, the hymn inspires gratitude for Christ’s selfless love and calls worshippers to respond in faith and devotion. |
| Album | Passiontide Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | Samuel Crossman |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
| Translator | |
| Tags | Hymn, Holy Week, Good Friday, Worship, Cross, Jesus, Devotional, Love |
| Theme(s) | Christ’s love, sacrifice, rejection, redemption, Calvary, grace |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No | |
| Buy Book / CD |  |
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 O! 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.
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 Saved,
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? Heaven 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.
