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 on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Our God, Heav'n cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain; Heav'n and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day, Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom angels fall down before, Ox and ass and camel which adore. 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. 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 can I give Him: give my heart.lysẖ hạrb Я скитался по земле Radost mi vrátila Golgota Кўзда ёштай қалқип турибди олам Делай хоть и труден ạ̹n lm tkn ạ̉nt ạ̉nsẖwdty 당신은 사랑받기 위해 태어난 사람 Tanrı Bizi Karanlığın Hükümranlığından Kurtardı Тебе душа поёт СЛАВЕН СИ
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