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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 ago.
Our God, heaven cannot hold Him,
Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign :
In the bleak midwinter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God almighty,
Jesus Christ.
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air-
But his mother only,
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 can I give him -
Give my heart.
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