Verse 1My 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?
Verse 2He 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!
Verse 3Sometimes they crowd 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.
Verse 4Why, what has my Lord done
What cause 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.
Verse 5They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord done away;
A murderer they save,
The Prince of Life they slay
Yet cheerful, he to suffering goes
That he his foes from thence might free.
Verse 6In 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.