From East to West, from Shore to Shore

From east to west, from shore to shore,
Let earth awake and sing
The holy child who Mary bore,
The Christ, the Lord, the King!

For lo! The world's Creator wears
The fashion of a slave:
The human flesh the Godhead bears,
His creature, man, to save.

He shrank not from the oxen's stall,
Nor scorned the manger-bed;
And he, whose bounty feedeth all,
At Mary's breast was fed.

To shepherds poor the Lord most high,
Great Shepherd, was revealed;
While angel choirs sand joyously
Above the midnight field.

All glory be to God above,
And on the earth be peace
To all who long to taste his love,
Till time itself shall cease.