My song is love unknown

My song is love unknown,
my Saviour’s love for me;
love to the loveless shown
that they might lovely be:
but who am I,
that for my sake
my Lord should take
frail flesh and die?

2. He came from heaven’s throne
salvation to bestow;
but they refused, and none
the longed-for Christ would know:
this is my friend,
my friend indeed,
who at my need
his life did spend.

3. Sometimes they crowd 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. Why, what has my Lord done
to cause this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run
and gave the blind their sight:
what injuries!
Yet these are why
the Lord most high
so cruelly dies.

5. With cries of rage they have
my dear Lord done away;
a murderer they save,
the Prince of life they slay!
Yet steadfast he
to suffering goes,
that these his foes
may be set free.

6. 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?
Heaven was his home,
but mine the tomb
wherein he lay.

7. Here might I stay and sing
of him my soul adores;
never was love, dear King,
never was grief like yours!
This is my friend,
in whose sweet praise
I all my days
could gladly spend.