1. From east to west, o'er all the earth, the angel choirs announce the birth of Christ, the promised Prince of Peace, who comes to bid our conflicts cease. 2. Yet their good news is barely heard, and grieving hearts are left unstirred when jobs are lost and homes foreclosed and even god seems ill-disposed. 3. On darkest nights and saddest days the angels still sing out their praise of Christ whose love dispels the gloom of shantytown and hospice room. 4. Their worldwide song is clearly heard where hearts by human need are stirred; the holy Child, his crib outgrown, would make our lives his earthly home. 5. So, young and old, come join the song in praise of Christ who rights each wrong, and let us all in every way make known with joy his birth today.