The Worship Quote of the Week for (03/22/2005):

"My Song Is Love Unknown"
Do you have a favorite hymn text? Today’s WORSHIP QUOTE is mine, a fabulous seventeenth-century text about the life and ministry of our great Savior. This intimate devotional poem beautifully points to some of the powerful contrast and ironies in the redeeming work of God through Jesus: “Love to the loveless shown, that they might lovely be.” Wow! Try reading this text out loud when you are not in a hurry.

If you love singing hymns, and if you live anywhere near
Louisville, Kentucky, please join us for the Ninth Annual
Community Hymn Sing here at Southern Seminary on Tuesday,
March 22, at 7:30 P.M. This year, the event will be led by
Rev. Cliff Barrows. For fifty-six years he has served as the
song leader and platform host for the Billy Graham Crusades.
The congregational singing will be accompanied by organist
Don Hustad and pianist John Innes.
Please call (502) 897-4115 for more information.


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?

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 suff'ring 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.

— by Samuel Crossman (c. 1624-1683)

[It is so chilling and humbling for me to imagine myself as a part of the Jerusalem crowd that so easily waved their palm branches and shouted glorious praises to Jesus, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord”; and then to realize that my fickle friends and I would be calling for his death a few short days later. This hurts! “No story so divine.” May I invite you to read the poem again, and notice the poet’s posture of worship in the final stanza.]

Have a great Holy Week.
May it be one in which Christ's
amazing love is very real to you.

Have a great week,

Chip Stam
Director, Institute for Christian Worship
School of Church Music and Worship
Southern Baptist Theological Seminary
Louisville, Kentucky