The Hymn and Story Now Complete

As we move toward the end of Passion Week, it is only right and proper that the rest of this season's choice hymn is given.  Here then are the five additional verses that complete the historic account of The Cross.

Sometimes they strew His ways

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.

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.

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.

In life no house, no home

My Lord on earth might have;

In death no friendly tomb

But what a stranger gave.

What can I say?

Heav'n was His home

but mine the tomb

Wherein He lay.

Here might I stand 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!

~My Song is Love Unknown

Samuel Crossman, 1664

My Song Is Love Unknown, King's College, Cambridge choir presents in part on Youtube.

Alas I could not afix the link for you Dear Reader.  But it is worth your time to seek this out.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMart4wXs10