My song is Love unknown

My song is love unknown,

My Saviour’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?

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 all His deeds

   their hatred feeds;

They ’gainst Him rise.

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 may I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King!
Never was grief like Thine.
You are my Friend,

   and in Your praise

   I all my days

Would gladly spend.