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<h2>IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7-8</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_r_o_rossetti_c.html" target="_blank">Christina Georgina Rossetti</a>, 1872; she wrote these words in response to a request from the magazine <em>Scribner’s Monthly</em> for a Christmas poem.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Cranham,” Gustav Theodore Holst, 1906 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_c_cranham.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,<br>
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Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;<br>
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Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,<br>
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In the bleak midwinter, long ago.</p>
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<p>Our God, heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;<br>
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Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.<br>
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In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed<br>
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The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.</p>
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<p>Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,<br>
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Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;<br>
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Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before,<br>
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The ox and ass and camel which adore.</p>
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<p>Angels and archangels may have gathered there,<br>
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Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;<br>
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But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,<br>
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Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.</p>
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<p>What can I give Him, poor as I am?<br>
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If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;<br>
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If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;<br>
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Yet what I can give Him: give my heart.</p>
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