1. My song is love unknown,
      My Savior’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?
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. 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.
  5. 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.
  6. 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.