From east to west, from shore
to shore,
Let every 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 lowly place,
Became, in ways beyond all thought,
The chosen vessel of His grace. |
