In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan,
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earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
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snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
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in the bleak midwinter, long ago.
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Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
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heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign.
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In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
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the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
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Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
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cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
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but his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
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worshiped the beloved with a kiss.
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4. What can I give him, poor as I am?
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If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
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if I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
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yet what I can I give him: give my heart.
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In The Bleak Midwinter
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| Allison Crowe |
