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Take a moment to ponder the amazing thought that the King of the Universe, heir and creator of all that is, humbled himself to the lowest common denominator of human life to be born into this world and give his life for us.

Words: William Y. Fuller, 1929.
Music: Londonderry, traditional Irish melody

A beautiful instrumental arrangement with video meditation:

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.

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 worldis 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 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!