I Cannot Tell

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

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.

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!