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<h2>I CANNOT TELL</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“[He] took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men.” Philippians 2:7</h3></p>
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<p><em>Words:</em> William Young Fullerton (1857-1932).</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Londonderry,” traditional Irish melody </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_l_londondr.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>I cannot tell why He Whom angels worship,<br>
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Should set His love upon the sons of men,<br>
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Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers,<br>
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To bring them back, they know not how or when.<br>
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But this I know, that He was born of Mary<br>
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When Bethlehem’s manger was His only home,<br>
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And that He lived at Nazareth and labored,<br>
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And so the Savior, Savior of the world is come.</p>
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<p>I cannot tell how silently He suffered,<br>
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As with His peace He graced this place of tears,<br>
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Or how His heart upon the cross was broken,<br>
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The crown of pain to three and thirty years.<br>
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But this I know, He heals the brokenhearted,<br>
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And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear,<br>
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And lifts the burden from the heavy laden,<br>
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For yet the Savior, Savior of the world is here.</p>
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<p>I cannot tell how He will win the nations,<br>
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How He will claim His earthly heritage,<br>
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How satisfy the needs and aspirations<br>
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Of East and West, of sinner and of sage.<br>
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But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory,<br>
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And He shall reap the harvest He has sown,<br>
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And some glad day His sun shall shine in splendor<br>
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When He the Savior, Savior of the world is known.</p>
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<p>I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship,<br>
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When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled,<br>
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Or who can say how great the jubilation<br>
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When all the hearts of men with love are filled.<br>
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But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture,<br>
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And myriad, myriad human voices sing,<br>
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And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer:<br>
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At last the Savior, Savior of the world is King!</p>
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