In this hymn, we first recall that we are loveless. Why should God love a rebel, a braggart, an arrogant person who demands his way over God's way? And yet, the Lord loves the loveless. What is more, he makes them lovely. He does this by becoming the curse for us and dying our death in our place. It was not owed. Our Lord had no obligation to leave heaven, take on flesh, and suffer for sinners. Yet, he did it gladly and willingly. We cannot grasp how high, how deep, and how great is the love of Christ. Love unknown, yet revealed in Jesus Christ. It remains a mystery to ponder.
My song is love unknown, My Savior'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.
He came from his blest throne Salvation to bestow,
But such disdain! So few The longed-for Christ would know!
But oh, 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 thrist and cry.
Why? What has my Lord done? What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run; He gave the blind their sight.
Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Themselves displease And 'gainst him rise.
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 suff'ring goes
That he his foes From death 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? Heav'n 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!
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