Tag: Jesus

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

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
Heaven 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