I CANNOT TELL WHY HE, WHOM ANGELS WORSHIP – EMHB 809
Author: William Young Fullerton (1857-1932)
Scripture Reference: Philippians 2 : 7 & 8 “Made himself of no reputation taking the form of a bond servant and coming in the likeness of men…… He humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death even death on the Cross”.
This is a Hymn that traces the Christian journey from the Birth of Christ to the commission given to all men and even entreats us to go and concretise that commission.
The Author of this Hymn, William Young Fullerton was born in Belfast Ireland on 8th March 1857. Fullerton heard Charles Spurgeon preaching the name of Jesus when he was a young man and offered his life to God. Spurgeon became his friend and mentor and Fullerton eventually wrote Spurgeon’s biography.
“I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship, should set His love upon the sons of men”, ponders William Fullerton. The sacrificial love of Jesus Christ who left his heavenly abode to take up residence in a manger in Bethlehem, who suffered humiliation on the Cross where a Crown of thorns was placed on his head and spear thrust through his heart because of you and I (sons of men).
Fullerton however concludes that although he couldn’t tell why Jesus had to go through all these pains to win nations back and claim his earthly heritage, however, he was convinced that “……the skies will thrill with rapture and myriad, myriad human voices will sing, and earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer: At last the Saviour, Saviour of the World is King!.
Let us all unite our voices with the rest of the World to sing, - At last the Saviour of the World is King!
1. 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 Saviour, Saviour of the world, is come.
2. 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 Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here.
3. 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 splendour
When He the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known.
4. 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 Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King!