By Request, ‘My Song is Love Unknown’

“Thewhiterabbit” was so eager to request this hymn last night, he forgot to give me the title: an oversight soon rectified, no harm done. This is the King’s College Choir, at Cambridge, singing My Song is Love Unknown. Let me see if I can post the lyrics for you.

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4 responses to “By Request, ‘My Song is Love Unknown’

  • Joshua M. Swanson

    Wow! Love that pipe organ and the singing! It’s the first time I heard this hymn.

  • thewhiterabbit2016

    So beautiful!! Here are the lyrics:

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    My Song Is Love Unknown
    John Ireland
    My song is love unknown,
    My Savior’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 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.
    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

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