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The world is too much with us and so… “In the Bleak Midwinter Long Ago”

And so…
… Pause…
… and begin again.

In the bleak mid-winter
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 mid-winter
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 mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty —
Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom Cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom Angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

Angels and Archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But only His Mother
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.

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  • John Venlet December 19, 2019, 4:21 PM

    One of the things I miss, after many years of non regular attendance of church services, is the power and beauty of congregational singing. Lovely.

  • grace clark December 20, 2019, 7:36 AM

    Oh, thank you. So beautiful!!

  • Denny December 21, 2019, 8:14 AM

    “Give my heart”
    I gave my heart in the year 1975. I was one of the first boomers, 30 years old, with a young family. It was impossible for me not to. Some Christians call it “Irresistible Grace”. The only regrets or misgivings I’ve ever suffered were why, in this obviously disgusting and deathly world, did I not do it sooner.