13 December, 2012

Yes, It Is The Bleak Midwinter, Now That You Mention It


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. 

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. 
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed 
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. 

Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay; 
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before, 
The ox and ass and camel which adore. 

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; 
But His mother only, 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. 

Verses: Rossetti; Music: Cranham, Holst.

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