I Do Not Know

I Do Not Know (Why He Whom Angels Worship)

I do not know why he, whom angels worship
Should look with love on human hearts bowed low,
Or why as shepherd he should seek the wanderers,
To lead us home down paths we do not know.
But I know this: The Word was born to Mary,
Laid in a manger, helpless, weak and dumb,
And grew, and lived at Nazareth, and laboured,
And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world has come.

I do not know how silently he suffered
As he took up the burdens that we dread,
Or how his heart upon the cross was broken -
A wreath of thorns to crown his wounded head.
But I know this: He heals the broken-hearted
And stills our grief, our anger and our fear,
And lifts the shadow from the soul in darkness,
For still the Saviour, Saviour of the world is here.

I do not know how he will win the nations,
Make every language lyric with his praise,
How satisfy the dreams and aspirations
Of east and west, in new and ancient ways.
But I know this: All flesh shall see his glory,
And bow, and kneel to him, and him alone,
And he shall far outshine the sun in splendour,
When he, the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.

I do not know how all the earth shall worship
When he rolls back the oceans and the skies,
Cannot imagine with what great elation
The hearts of all who love him will arise.
But I know this: The air will quake with glory,
A hundred million angel voices sing,
And heaven shout to earth - and earth shall answer,
"At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world is King!"

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