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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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Angels and archangels may have gathered there, |
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Cherubim and seraphim thronged on the air; |
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But His mother Mary, in her maiden bliss, |
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Worshipped the beloved with a kiss. |
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Heaven cannot hold Him, nor can earth sustain; |
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Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. |
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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 can I give Him I would give my heart |
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Yet what can I give Him I would give my heart |
