Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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 Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here.

Verse 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 shall shine in

splendour:

When He the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is

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.