I cannot tell why he, whom angels worship,
should set his love upon the souls 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 all flesh shall see his glory
and he shall reap the harvest he has sewn,
and some glad day the sun shall shine in splendor,
and so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.

I cannot tell how silently he suffered,
as with his peace he graced this place of tears,
nor 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 still 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, the sky shall sound His praises,
Ten thousand thousand human voices sing,
And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer:
At last the Savior, Savior of the world, is King,
At last the Savior, Savior of the world, is King.