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

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.

  • Kurt December 19, 2020, 4:43 AM

    The Great Gift, over 2000 years old and still new every year! In darkness, Light, in despair, Hope, in turmoil, Peace! And best of all, His Amazing Love, carried to us in the arms of a tiny babe, wrapped in rags and lying in a manger. Oh wonder of Christmas!

  • Kevin Shaughan Dickson December 19, 2020, 7:55 AM

    Probably one of the prettiest hymn ever written.

  • Jack December 19, 2020, 9:33 AM

    Beautiful old hymn. Merry Christmas all, it’s been a very strange and unendearing year.

    (I may have just made up a new word).

    Speaking of new words, I’ll recommend The Professor and The Mad Man with Mel Gibson and Sean Penn as a must see. Penn is out of his mind socially and politically but that guy is a fine actor.

  • Eric Blair December 19, 2020, 2:17 PM

    fave Christmas hymn, and second greatest hymn in Christendom

    I humbly propose Amazing Grace as the titleholder

  • Casey Klahn December 19, 2020, 6:43 PM

    A favorite high church hymn; Merry Christmas to all.

    I don’t know if this link will go through, but I have updated that painting of model Mallory:

    Kind thanks, Gerard.

  • BJM December 20, 2020, 8:53 AM

    Thank you, Gerard, as usual, you do not disappoint.

    @Jack Thanks for the recommendation. I watched the trailer and was torn, cus the book is a favorite and I was loath to watch lest the story be “woke” up.

  • Casey Klahn December 20, 2020, 1:02 PM

    THX, GvD.

  • Bill Jones December 20, 2020, 5:14 PM

    For me the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols at Kings College Cambridge was always the start of Christmas. In pre-interwebs years I forgave the BBC a lot for that broadcast (except for the institutionalized Pederasty).

    It sums up the greatest civilization that ever existed and is being destroyed around us: Its buildings, music, core beliefs.

  • Anne December 20, 2020, 9:05 PM

    I grew up singing in a choir just like this one.It save my life–my soul. This video is very old–sometime from the 1970’s I think. But it is a true reflection of who we were. I am so alone.

  • Vanderleun December 20, 2020, 10:04 PM

    YOu are not alone Anne. Never.

  • Anonymous December 21, 2020, 7:08 AM

    Cradle Catholic who found himself faithless at ten years of age, five years later took an interest in Zen and ended up staying with it for now nearly sixty years, but never lost his love for the artistic joys and triumphs spawned by the Faith that made the West. The Christmas experience is emotionally and transcendentally inspiring and I’d sooner perish than see it denied to my grandchildren. The secular materialists can go pound sand on this one, and while they’re at it, can keep Kwanza and Hanukah among their own and stay out of the societal celebrations cherished by their hosts. Anyone who doesn’t derive pleasure and a sense of the transcendent from a carol such as this is depriving oneself of exaltation in a time when such is desperately needed.