Ancient hymns – My song is love unknown.

   Hi everyone, how has your weekend been? Mine was terrific and beautiful and I’m kinda sad it’s ending. Today is the third Sunday in lent… Yes, we’re still in that sober and reflective season. Today’s song is as reflective as it gets, I’m pretty sure the writer wrote it on his knees. It seems more like a prayer to me than a hymn. Let’s see some facts about the song.

   My Song Is Love Unknown is a hymn by Samuel Crossman , written in 1664. Four hundred and fifty years ago! Ain’t that something? The hymn tune to which it is usually sung is Love Unknown by John Ireland (1879-1962). Ireland composed the melody over lunch one day at the suggestion of organist and fellow-composer Geoffrey Shaw. Synergy at work abi?

Lyrics

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 O! 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 thirst and cry.

Why, what hath 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 suffering goes,
That He His foes
from thence 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.

Next Sunday is Mothering Sunday in the Anglican communion. It’s always fixed for the fourth Sunday in Lent. I guess next week’s hymn will be about mothers…

Have a sensational week

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