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In the bleak mid-winter 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 mid-winter Long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away, When he comes to reign. In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Angels and archangels May have gathered there; Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air. But only His Mother, In her maiden bliss, Worshipped her Beloved With a kiss.