Sunday, January 4, 2015

In the bleak midwinter

On the tenth day of Christmas, and noting the weather predictions for this week, this carol seems particularly appropriate. Via Mere Comments:


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.
Angels and archangels may
    have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim

    thronged the air;
But His mother only,

    in her maiden bliss,
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss.

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.


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.
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.