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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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Our God, heaven cannot hold |
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Him, nor earth sustain; |
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Heaven and earth shall flee away when |
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He comes to reign. |
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In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed |
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The Lord God |
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Almighty, |
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Jesus Christ. |
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Enough for |
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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 |
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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 |
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Him, poor as |
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I am?If I were a shepherd, |
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I would bring a lamb; |
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If I were a |
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Wise Man, |
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I would do my part; |
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Yet what I can |
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I give Him: give my heart. |
