| 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, 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. |