21.11.2008 / 13.42 pm
 
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In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty winds moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like stone
Snow had fallen, 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
For Lord Jesus Christ

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