| 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 |