1 From east to west, from shore to shore,
Let ev'ry heart awake and sing
The holy child whom Mary bore,
The Christ, the everlasting King.

2 Behold, the world's creator wears
The form and fashion of our frame;
Our very flesh our Maker shares,
To save a fallen world He came.

3 For this how wondrously he wrought!
A maiden, in her lowly place,
Became, in ways beyond all thought,
The chosen vessel of his grace.

4 She bowed her to the angel's word,
Declaring what the Father willed,
And suddenly the promised Lord
That pure and hallowed temple filled.

5 He shrank not from the oxen's stall,
He lay within the manger bed,
And He whose bounty feedeth all
At Mary's breast Himself was fed.

6 And while the angels in the sky
Sang praise above the silent field,
To shepherds poor the Lord Most High,
The one great Shepherd, was revealed.

7 All glory for this blessed morn
To God the Father ever be;
All praise to thee, O Virgin-born,
All praise, O Holy Ghost, to Thee.