I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship

I cannot tell why He

whom angels worship

Should set His love upon the sons of men

Or why

as Shepherd

He should seek the wand’rers

To bring them back

they know not how or when.

But this I know

that He was born of Mary

When Bethl’hem’s manger was His only home

And that He lived at Nazareth and labored

And so the Savior

Savior of the world

is come.

I cannot tell how silently He suffered

As with His peace He graced this place of tears

Or how His heart upon the Cross was broken

The crown of pain to three and thirty years.

But this I know

He heals the broken-hearted

And stays our sin

and calms our lurking fear

And lifts the burden from the heavy laden

For yet the Savior

Savior of the world

is here.

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 shall shine in splendor

When He the Savior

Savior of the world

is known.

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 the hearts of men with love are filled.

But this I know

the skies will thrill with rapture

And myriad

myriad human voices sing

And earth to heaven

and heaven to earth

will answer:

At last the Savior

Savior of the world

is King.