When angels rove the restless skies, and all creation sees with Mary's eyes, when shepherds run in wild surprise, it is the time, the blessed time when all things human and divine make Christmas. When wise and foolish seek the Child, the Son through whom all worlds are reconciled, when gentle beast lies down with wild, it is the time, the blessed time when all things human and divine make Christmas. When tears of grief are wiped away, when peace and justice rise to light the day, when love at last finds out the way, it is the time, the blessed time when all things human and divine make Christmas.