David Archuleta In The Bleak Midwinter
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain
Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long ago
Angels and archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air
But only his mother in her maiden bliss
Worshiped the beloved with a kiss
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ
