- 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 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 laboured,
- And so the Saviour,
Saviour 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 brokenhearted,
- And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,
- And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,
- For yet the Saviour, Saviour 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 splendour
- When He the Saviour, Saviour 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 Saviour, Saviour of the world is King
Listen to this music at Service today, played by the pianist for Introid.