My Song is Love Unknown

This is a hymn about the crucifixion, which is particularly appropriate in Lent and in Holy Week.

It was written by English hymn-writer and Church of England minister Samuel Crossman (1623-1648), and first published in The Young Man’s Meditation in 1664.

With meter of 6.6.6.6.4.4.4.4, tunes it has been set to include:
  • CALKIN by John B. Calkin, 1887 
  • LOVE UNKNOWN by John N. Ireland, first published in 1918 
  • RHOSYMEDRE by John D. Edwards, 1840
  • ST JOHN, attributed to William H. Havergal and published in 1851.

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Examples

Choir with organ, Tune LOVE UNKNOWN


Singers with guitar. Tune LOVE UNKNOWN


Lyrics

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.

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 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? Heav’n 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.


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