In the bleak midwinter, frosty 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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Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,
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Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
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Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before,
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The ox and ass and camel which adore.
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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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Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
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What can I give Him, poor as I am?
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If I were a shepherd, would I bring a lamb;
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If I were a Wise Man, would I do my part;
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Yet what I can I give Him... give my heart.
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In A Bleak Midwinter
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| Sarah McLachlan |
