I cannot tell why He Whom angels worship,
Should
set His love upon the souls
of
men,
Or
why, as Shepherd He should seek the wanderers,
To
bring them back, they know not how or when.
But
this I know, that He was born of Mary
When
Bethlehem’s manger was His only home,
And
that He lived at Nazareth
and
labored,
And
so the Savior,
Savior
of the world is come.
2
I
cannot tell how silently He suffered,
As
with His peace He graced this place of tears,
Nor
how His heart upon the cross
was
broken,
The
crown of pain to three and thirty years.
But
this I know, He heals the brokenhearted,
And
stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
And
lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
For
still the Savior,
Savior
of the world is here.
3
I
cannot tell how He will win the nations,
How
He will claim His earthly heritage,
How
satisfy the needs and aspirations
Of
east and west, of sinner and of sage.
But
this I know, all flesh shall see
His
glory,
And
He shall reap the harvest He
has
sown,
And
some glad day His sun will shine
in
splendor
When
He the Savior,
Savior
of the world is known.
4
I
cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,
When,
at His bidding, every storm
is
stilled,
Or
who can say how great the jubilation
When
all our hearts with love for Him are filled.
But
this I know, the skies shall sound His praises,
Ten
thousand thousand human voices sing,
And
earth to heaven, and heaven to earth will answer:
At
last the Savior,
Savior
of the world is King!