My song is love unknown (John Bacchus Dykes)

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  • (Posted 2010-08-26)  CPDL #22200:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-08-26).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 20 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: My song is love unknown
Composer: John Bacchus Dykes
Tune: St John
Lyricist: Samuel Crossman

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 66. 88

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

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Original text and translations

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1. 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.

2. 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.

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. Why, what has my Lord done? What made 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.

5. 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.

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, 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.