Texts from Love Unknown

Love Unknown

A tentative smile,
A lift of the eyes,
A momentary glance
To pass undetected
Or be confirmed
In meeting the others more open stance.
Love risking all to find love.

Love always waiting,
Hoping, expecting,
Longing to share
Its joy and excitement,
Its millions of new ideas,
Surprises awaiting creation,
Love working in transformation.

Once there was one,
Always ready, noticing,
Looking, seeking, finding,
Offering strength and direction,
Calling out life and commitment,
“Come for water, bread, wine, light, fish…”

This One was rejected,
His words denied,
His body crucified,
Resurrected, Love unknown was multiplied.

My Song Is Love Unknown

My song is love unknown,
      My Saviour’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?

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.

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.

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 may I say?
      Heav’n was His home;
      But mine the tomb
    Wherein He lay.

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.

Ride On, Ride On, in Majesty

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ! Thy triumph now begin
Over captive death and conquered sin.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
The wingèd squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father, on His sapphire throne,
Expects His own anointed Son.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.