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Son of the Lord Most High

Author: George W. Briggs, 1875- Hymnal: Hymns for Youth #79 (1966) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8.8 Languages: English Tune Title: RHOSYMEDRE

My song is love unknown

Author: Samuel Crossman, 1624-83 Hymnal: Songs of Praise #80b (1925) Languages: English Tune Title: RHOSYMEDRE

Ymddiried wnaf yn Nuw

Author: G. P. T.; C. E. Hymnal: Mawl a chân = praise and song #81a (1952) Languages: Welsh Tune Title: RHOSYMEDRE

March on, O soul, with strength!

Author: G. T. C. Hymnal: Mawl a chân = praise and song #81b (1952) Tune Title: RHOSYMEDRE

To Thee, our God, we fly

Author: William Walsham How Hymnal: Hymns of Hope and Courage #81 (1937) Languages: English Tune Title: LOVELY (Rhosymedre)

Author: Samuel Crossman, ca. 1624-1683 Hymnal: Ambassador Hymnal #89 (1994) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8.8 Topics: Jesus Christ Crucifixion & Death; Lent; Love Of God Languages: English Tune Title: RHOSYMEDRE

My Song Is Love Unknown

Author: Samuel Crossman, c. 1624-1683 Hymnal: Lutheran Book of Worship #94 (1978) Meter: 6.6.6.6.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My song is love unknown, My Savior’s love to me, Love to the loveless shown, That they might lovely be. Oh, who am I, that for my sake My Lord should take frail flesh and die? 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, oh, my friend, my friend indeed, Who at my need his life did spend; 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. 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; Themselves displease, and 'gainst him rise. 5 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 suff'ring 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 my 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! Topics: Lent; Lent 5; Atonement; Lent Languages: English Tune Title: RHOSYMEDRE