From: Tim Felten super_recluse@yahoo.com
Words: Samuel Crossman(1624-1683)
Music: John David Edwards(1806-1885); Tune: Rhosymedre

MY SONG IS LOVE UNKNOWN

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My song is love unknown,
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My Savior's love to me

Love to the loveless shown,
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That they might lovely be.
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O who am I that for my sake,
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O who am I that for my sake my Lord
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Should take frail flesh and die?

He came from heaven's throne
Salvation to bestow
But they refused and none
The longed for Christ would know.
This is my Friend, my Friend indeed,
This is my Friend, my Friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend.

Sometimes they crowd His way
And His sweet praises sing,
Resounding all the day,
Hosanna's to their King;
Then "crucify!" is all their breath,
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.
What injuries! yet these are why,
What injuries, yet these are why
The Lord Most High so cruely dies.

With angry shouts they have
My dear Lord done away.
A murderer they save,
The Prince of life they slay!
Yet willing He to bear the shame,
Yet willing He to bear the shame
That through His name all might be free.

Here might I stay and sing
Of Him my soul adores!
Never was love dear King,
Never was grief like Your's.
This is my Friend in whose sweet praise,
This is my Friend in whose sweet praise
I all my days would gladly spend!