sunday meditation

In this series we're going to use Sundays to take a breath and meditate on something true, noble, right, pure, lovely, admirable, excellent or praiseworthy. This week I'm sharing my all-time favourite Easter hymn written by Samuel Crossman in 1664. Sing it out if you know it. 

My song is love unknown, My Saviour’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.
 
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 would gladly spend.