Fernando Ortega - My song is love unknown

My s^Fong is ^Csus2love unkn^Fown, my S^Bb/Favior's l^C7/Fove to m^Fe Love ^Fto the ^Csus2loveless s^Fhown, that t^Bb/Fhey might l^C7/Fovely b^Fe Oh, ^F2who am I that ^Bbfor ^Fmy ^Csus2sake, ^C Oh, ^Bbwho am ^C/BbI that f^Cor my sake, My ^FLord should take f^Bbrail f^Flesh ^C7and ^Fdie?

He c^Fame from ^Csus2heaven's t^Fhrone sal^Bb/Fvation ^C7/Fto besto^Fw But t^Fhey re^Csus2fused and n^Fone the l^Bb/Fonged-for C^C7/Fhrist would k^Fnow This ^F2is my ^Bbfriend, my ^Ffriend ^Csus2indeed,^C This ^Bbis my ^C/Bbfriend, my ^Cfriend indeed, Who ^Fat my n^Bbeed, His ^Flife ^C7did ^Fspend.

Somet^Fimes they ^Csus2crowd His w^Fay and H^Bb/Fis sweet p^C7/Fraises s^Fing Res^Founding^Csus2 all the d^Fay, hosa^Bb/Fnnas t^C7/Fo their K^Fing Then, "^F2Crucify!" is ^Bball t^Fheir ^Csus2breath,^C Then, "^BbCrucify!" is ^C/Bball their ^Cbreath, And ^Ffor His death they ^Bbthirst ^C7and c^Fry.

Why, ^Fwhat has^Csus2 my Lord d^Fone to c^Bb/Fause this r^C7/Fage and s^Fpite He m^Fade the ^Csus2lame to ru^Fn, and g^Bb/Fave the b^C7/Flind their si^Fght What ^F2injuries, yet ^Bbthese a^Fre ^Csus2why, ^C What ^Bbinjur^C/Bbies, yet ^Cthese are why, The ^FLord Most High ^Bbso c^Frue^C7lly d^Fies.

With ^Fangry ^Csus2shouts they ^Fhave my ^Bb/Fdear Lord ^C7/Fdone aw^Fay A m^Furderer ^Csus2they sa^Fve, the P^Bb/Frince of L^C7/Fife they sl^Fay Yet ^F2willingly, He ^Bbbears ^Fthe ^Csus2shame, ^C Yet ^Bbwilling^C/Bbly, He b^Cears the shame, That ^Fthrough His name ^Bball ^Fmight ^C7be f^Free.

Here ^Fmight I ^Csus2stay and s^Fing of ^Bb/FHim my ^C7/Fsoul ad^Fores Nev^Fer was ^Csus2love, dear K^Fing, nev^Bb/Fer was g^C7/Frief like Y^Fours This ^F2is my friend in ^Bbwhose ^Fsweet ^Csus2praise, ^C This ^Bbis my ^C/Bbfriend in ^Cwhose sweet praise, I, ^Fall my days ^Bbwould ^Fgla^C7dly ^Fspend.