| In the bleak mid-winter 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 mid-winter, long ago.
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| Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain
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| Heav’n and earth shall flee away, when He comes to reign
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| In the bleak mid-winter a stable-place sufficed
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| Enough for him whom cherubim worship night and day,
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| A breastful of milk and a manger full of hay
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| Enough for him whom angels fall down before
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| The ox and ass and camel which adore.
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| 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 |