Playout date: 26 November 2006
Duration: 2:52
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Camera: Panasonic DMZ -FZ30
Post Production: Windows Movie Maker – slight use
Location: Basilica of the Holy Cross, Warsaw
Other people featured: Richard Berkeley (conductor) and the Nowa Orkiestra Kameralna
Genre: Charity Concert (for Halemba mine disaster victims)
Music used: My Song is Love Unknown by Samuel Crossman
Languages used: English
Animals/plants featured: None
Other remarks:
On the video you will see some information about how this was a Charity concert for the mine Disaster at Halemba in 2006. Money was raised for the families of the victims.
What may I say?
Last year, I sang this at my mother’s funeral last year as it was her particular request from me that I should do so, this was her all time favorite hymn and also one of mine. While she was still with us, but ill, one of the last videos I watched with my mother was this one. She was as ever moved to tear by it.
Let me just give you the wonderful words of Crossman:
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.
May you be able to recognise such a Friend for yourself in the Friend of sinners, Lord, Creator and Kinsman Redeemer Jesus Christ.