WITH HEAD ON HIGH THE WORLD GOES BY

With head on high the world goes by,
intent on wealth and fun.
Its cities rise into the skies,
they fight to reach the sun.
The Lord of all, as baby small,
to die for us has come,
to save the world by love, by love,
to save the world by love.

A frantic race to get first place.
('the devil take the last');
'No room', they say; 'each census day
your numbers grow more vast'.
But, carolling, the angels sing;
'God's peace on earth has come',
to save the world by love, by love,
to save the world by love.

With shepherd run to greet God's Son,
asleep on Mary's breast.
God stooped so low that we might know;
all life and love are blest.
For in a shed, with straw for bed,
God in our midst has come
to save the world by love, by love,
to save the world by love.

Wise men from far follow the star
that leads to Christ the King,
their greatest wealth, their deepest self
as gifts to Christ they bring.
For on this morn the truth is born
and God's new day has come
to save the world by love, by love,
to save the world by love.