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In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds 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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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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Oh, what can |
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I give Him, poor as |
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I am?If I were a shepherd, would |
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I bring a lamb |
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If I were a wise man, would |
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I do my part |
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Yet what I can |
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I give Him, give my heart |
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In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan |
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Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone |
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If I were a wise man, would |
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I do my part |
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Yet what I can |
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I give Him, give my heart |