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In the bleak
mid-winter
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 mid-winter
Long ago.
Our God, heaven cannot hold Him,
Nor
earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A
stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty
Jesus
Christ.
Enough for Him whom cherubim
Worship
night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful
of hay;
Enough for Him whom angels
Fall down
before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air,
But only
His mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the
Beloved
With a kiss.
What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a
lamb;
If I were a wise man
I would do my part, -
Yet what I can, I give Him,
Give my heart.
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