Love unknown (John Ireland)
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CPDL #15442: NWC Sibelius4
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (added 2007-11-15). Score information: A4, 1 page, 22 kbytes Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: SATB version from CyberHymnal - File Sizes: PDF: 22 KB, MIDI: 2 KB, NWC: 1 KB
General Information
Title: Love-Unknown
Composer: John Ireland
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymns Meter: 12 12. 88
Language: English
Instruments: piano/organ
Published: Tune: Love Unknown, John N. Ireland, 1918; Lyrics: Samuel Crossman, The Young Man’s Meditation, 1664.
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Original text and translations
English text
- 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?
- 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 hath my Lord done?
- What makes 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 saved,
- 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? Heav’n 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.
Lyrics: Samuel Crossman, The Young Man’s Meditation, 1664.