In the bleak midwinter
Frosty
wind made moan;
Earth
stood hard as iron,
Water
like a stone;
Snow
had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow
on snow
In
the bleak midwinter,
Long
ago
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Angels
and archangels
May
have gathered there,
Cherubim
and seraphim
Thronged
the air:
But
His mother only
In
her maiden bliss,
Worshiped
the beloved
With
a kiss.
3
What
can I give Him,
Poor
as I am?
If
I were a shepherd
I
would bring a lamb;
If
I were a wise man
I
would do my part;
Yet
what can I give Him?
Give
my heart.