In the Bleak Midwinter

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.

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Christ a homeless stranger, so the gospels say,

cradled in a manger and a bed of hay;

in the bleak midwinter, stable-place sufficed

Mary and her baby, Jesus Christ.

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Once more child and mother weave their magic spell,

touching hearts with wonder words can never tell;

in the bleak midwinter, in this world of pain,

where our hearts are open love is born again.