My Song is Love Unknown

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.

They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away;
A murderer they saved
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.

-- Samuel Crossman