William Young Fullerton (Public Domain)


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I cannot tell why He Whom angels worship
Should set His love upon the world’s children
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 fears
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 every human heart with love is 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

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