From the recording A Promise of Hope

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In The Bleak Midwinter
(by English Poet Christina Rossetti)

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen softly, snow on snow, on snow,
In the bleak midwinter oh so 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
Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ

Angels and archangels, may have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim, thronged in the air
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss

What can I give Him, woeful 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, I will give my heart
Oh what can I give Him, I will give my heart