Today, my text was Isaiah 40:3-11.  Verse 11 says:

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with young.

We sang the following hymn, alternatively known as “The Saviour of the World” or “I Cannot Tell.”  Our God, whom angels worship, set His love on us, and sought us as the Shepherd of our souls.

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 wand’rers,
To bring them back, they know not how or when:
But this I know, that He was born of Mary,
When Bethl’hem’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 world, is here.

I cannot tell when all the lands shall worship,
When, at His bidding, ev’ry storm is stilled,
Or who can say how great the jubilation
When with His peace then all the earth is filled:
But this I know, the skies will thrill with gladness,
And myriad, myriad human voices sing,
And earth to heav’n, and heav’n to earth, will answer:
For evermore the Saviour of the world is King!

The hymn was written by William Y. Fullerton (1857-1932) and is sung to a well-known traditional melody, Londonderry Air.