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.
Oh, who am I, that for my sake my Lord should take frail flesh and die?
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 oh, my friend, my friend indeed, who at my need his life did spend,
who at my need his life did spend.

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,
I all my days could gladly spend!

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