Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Love to the loveless


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