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.

Behold, the world's Creator wears
The form and fashion of a slave;
Our very flesh our Maker shares,
His fallen creature, man to save.

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

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

He shrank not from the oxen's stall;
He lay within the manger bed;
And he, whose bounty feedeth all,
At Mary's side himself was fed.

And while the angels in the sky
Sang praise above the silent field,
To shepherd poor, the Lord most high,
The one great shepherd, was reveal'd.

All glory for this blessèd morn
To God the Father ever be;
All praise to thee, O Virgin-born;
All praise, Holy Spirit, to thee.