291 From east to west, from shore to shore,

1 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. 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.