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In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow
Snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter
Long, long ago

What can I give him
Poor as I am
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb
And if I were a wise man
I would do my part
Yet what can I give Him
Give Him my heart

I¡¯ll give Him my heart
I¡¯ll give Him my heart

And if I were a wise man
I would do my part
Yet what can I give Him
I¡¯ll give Him my heart

Here¡¯s my heart
I will give Him my heart

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In The Bleak Midwinter
Steven Curtis Chapman



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