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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 minwinter, Long ago.
2
Angels and archangels May have gathered there,
Chrubim 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.