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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 blessed 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 away;

A murderer they save, the Prince of life they slay,

Yet willingly He suffering chose, 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.

                                                                                                             

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