I cannot tell why He Whom angels worship,
Should set His love upon the souls
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 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,
Nor how His heart upon the cross
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.
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
And He shall reap the harvest He
And some glad day His sun will shine
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
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!