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.ۅمۉرگۅ جارىق بەرگەن تەڭىر Sweet Little Jesus Boy Я знаю славную страну где славят все Творца Ты весь мир для меня Jsi počátek i konec يارب لا توبخني Мен қорқпайман يا سيدي فادي إليك ร้องฮาเลลูยาแด่พระเจ้า gǎn xiè nǐ jiào wǒ de jiǎo bù wěn gù
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