I cannot tell why He whom angels worship Should set His love upon the sons of man 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 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 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 will 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
