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1
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?
CMy
song is love unknown,
GMy
C
Savior's
G
love
to
C
me;
Love
F
to
the
G7
loveless
C
shown,
That
Am
they
might
Dmlove
C
ly
G
be.
O who am
C
I,
That
F
for
my sake
My
Dm
Lord
should take
Frail
C
flesh,
G7
and
C
die?
2
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.
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.
CHe
came from His blest throne
G CSalvation
G
to
C
bestow;
But
F
men
made
G7
strange,
and
C
none
The
Am Dm
longed-for
C
Christ
G
would
know:
But oh, my
C
Friend,
My
F
Friend
indeed,
Who
Dm
at
my need
His
C
life
G7
did
C
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.
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.
CSometimes
they strew His way,
GAnd
C
His
sweet
G
praises
C
sing;
FResounding
G7
all
the
C
day
AmHosannas
Dm
to
C
their
G
King:
Then
C
"Crucify!"
Is
F
all
their breath,
And
Dm
for
His death
They
C
thirst
G7
and
C
cry.
4
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.
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.
CThey
rise and needs will have
GMy
C
dear
Lord
G
made
C
away;
A
F G7
murderer
they
C
save,
The
Am
Prince
of
Dm
life
C
they
G
slay.
Yet cheerful
C
He
To
F
suffering
goes,
That
Dm
He
His foes
From
C
thence
G7
might
C
free.
5
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.
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.
CIn
life, no house, no home
GMy
C
Lord
on
G
earth
might
C
have;
In
F
death,
no
G7
friendly
C
tomb,
But
Am
what
a
Dm C
stranger
G
gave.
What may I
C
say?
Heav'n
F
was
His home;
But
Dm
mine
the tomb
CWherein
G7
He
C
lay.
6
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.
Sing verse 4 with "I" instead of "they". Before salvation, we were all prodigal sons, asking for our inheritance, considering our father/master as dead, and we were also dead to him. Yet He died to make us alive to Him. Very moving.
Amen! Thank You Lord for just as the Son of Man came not to be waited on but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many (the price paid to set us free).