Holst, Gustav - In the bleak midwinter

In the bleak mid-winter 

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 a go.
Our god, Heav’n cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
Heav’n 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.
Enough for him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
a breastful of milk and a mangerful of hay;
enough for him, whom angels fall down before,
the ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim I would bring a lamb,
Only his mother in her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved with a kiss.
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 I can I give him, give my heart

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