Monday, December 23, 2013

For my sake


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 Oh! my Friend, my Friend indeed,
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.

Samuel Crossman, 1664