Lately, I’ve been listening to my Together for the Gospel Live CD. There’s a tender hymn that causes me to stop in my tracks each time I hear it—let alone sing it. It is magnanimous in every respect: My Song is Love Unknown, written by Samuel Crossman in 1664.
There’s something didactic about this hymn. We need to spend time preaching the gospel to ourselves. We need to meditate on the purpose and price of our redemption by Christ Jesus. To rejoice is a choice. Will you make time to do so? Perhaps as a part of your morning devotions tomorrow.
Simply press play at the end of this post and follow along with the lyrics below.
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 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.
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.
Last spring I wrote about a free copy of the hymnal Hymns of Grace which I had received from Grace to You. I love to use it occasionally as a devotional resource in the mornings. You can order a copy here.