Resetting "My Song Is Love Unknown" to "The Message"

A few years ago Coldplay were inspired by the hymn My Song Is Love Unknown" and used it as the basis for their song "The Message" on the album X&Y.

I have long loved the hymn, its poetry and its message, as well as its tune and harmony. However, there are many who do not love organ based hymns and a choral 4 part harmony setting. I think therefore it may be time to use the resource of Coldplay's song, reintroducing the lyrics to once again tell the message of My Saviour's Love to Me.

The new structure is a little different, so it's not a perfect fit, but this is how I am so far thinking it might work:

Verse 1

My song is love unknown,
My Saviour’s love to me;
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.

Verse 2

He came from His blest throne
Salvation to bestow;
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know,
The longed-for Christ would know:

Chorus 1

O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh and die?
But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend,
at my need His life did spend.

Verse 3

Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing;
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King,
Hosannas to their King:

Chorus 2

Then “Crucify!” is all their breath,
And for His death they thirst and cry.
A murderer they save,
The Prince of life they slay,
The Prince of life they slay.

Verse 4

Why, what hath my Lord done?
What makes this rage and spite?
He made the lame to run,
He gave the blind their sight,
He gave the blind their sight,

Chorus 3

Sweet injuries! Yet they at these
Themselves displease, and ’gainst Him rise.
Yet cheerful He to suffering goes,
That He His foes from thence might free.
His foes from thence might free.

Verse 5

Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine;
Never was love, dear King!
Never was grief like Thine.
Never love and grief like Thine.

Chorus 4

This still needs a bit of work to make it fit, but I'd like to use the following parts of the hymn:

This is my Friend, in Whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend.

What may I say? Heav’n was His home;