934--I cannot tell why He, whom angels

I cannot tell why He, whom angels

934

	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 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 manager was His
		only home,
		And that He lived at Nazareth and
		labored,
		And so the Savior, Savior of the world,
		is come.
	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 Savior, Savior of the world,
		is here.
	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 shine in
		splendor
		When He the Savior, Savior of the
		world, is known.
	4.	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.