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In the bleak midwinter, frost 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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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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worshiped 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 |
