I Cannot Tell (feat. Erick Buma)

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 Bethl'em's manger was his only home And that he lived at Nazareth and labored And so the Saviour, Saviour 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 still the Saviour, Saviour of the world is here 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 every heart with love and joy is 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 Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King!