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This hymn’s text is by Samuel Crossman, who was a minister of the Church of England and a hymn writer. Written when only psalm singing was permissible, it moved to a more personal expression of emotions. Beginning with the Incarnation, it moves directly to the events of Holy Week. The Savior’s love is defined by his life and death and the writer defines our response in continual praise. The tune LOVE UNKNOWN was written by noted English composer John Ireland (1879-1962), who composed the melody in fifteen minutes on the back of a lunch menu at the suggestion of organist and fellow-composer Geoffrey Shaw (1879-1943). Ireland's tune was credited with bringing the hymn out of obscurity which it had fallen into during Victorian times. 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? Christ came from heaven's throne Salvation to bestow, But people scorned and none The longed-for Christ would know. But O 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 way 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 steadfast 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. -Samuel Crossman (1624-1683)