We sang this song last night at our Friday night gathering. Perhaps you have not heard it before, but the poetry is beautiful and evocative, worth reading meditatively. May you be moved again today by our Savior's great love and sacrifice!
My Song is Love Unknown--Samuel Crossman
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 'gainst Him rise.
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'rings goes, that He His foes from thence might free.
In life no house, no home my Lord on earth did 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 will gladly spend.