In the Bleak Midwinter

Winter hasn't officially begun, but we've been iced in two days now, with bitterly cold temperatures and wind chills. We're very empathetic to those in the Northeast and pray they get electricity soon.

Here's Sophie, doing what she likes best, watching a squirrel!

A favorite hymn by a favorite hymnist says it all so well ...

In the Bleak Midwinter

Text: Christina G. Rossetti, 1830-1894 Music: Gustav Holst, 1874-1934 Tune: CRANHAM, Meter: Irr.

1. In the bleak midwinter, frost 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.

2. 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.

3. 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.

4. 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.