Hymns, #96

Praise of the Lord - His Suffering

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Lyrics:S. Crossman
Music:John B. Calkin
Meter:6.6.6.6.8.8.

This hymn has a unique tune.

 
 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.

 
Hymn #96