Return to an Old Theme
But now, moving forward. Another favorite hymn, fitting to the wonder and expectation of Advent:
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 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 Savior, Savior 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 fear
And lifts the burden from the heavy laden
For yet the Savior, Savior 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 splendor
When he the Savior, Savior 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 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!
He truly is our Healer and our only Savior, and how wonderful will be the day when we are finally with Him, praising His name along with all the saints from every age - with all those we mourn for now, with those we never knew, with those we wish we had known, with those we look up to for an example - all together praising our King and Savior.