v 10. This is real love—not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins.
Reflect today on the words of this old hymn, written in 1664 by Samuel Crossman. If you know the tune, written by John Ireland in the 20th Century, you might even sing it quietly to yourself sometime today.
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!
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.
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