From East To West, From Shore To Shore


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.

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 breast Himself was fed.

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.

All glory for this blessèd morn

To God the Father ever be;

All praise to Thee, O virgin born,

All praise, O Holy Ghost, to Thee.

 

 

 

 

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