My Song is Love Unknown

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 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 a way;
A murderer they saved, The Prince of life they slay,
Yet cheerful He to suff’ring 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.