Day 9 - Another one of my favorites . . . Gustav Holst's In The Bleak Midwinter, in a number of wonderful, memorable performances. Trying not to feel too bleak today . . .
In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
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
The Lord God Almighty,
Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air,
But only His mother1
In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped 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 I can I give Him,
Give my heart.
In The Bleak Midwinter - Choir of Kings College, Cambridge
In The Bleak Midwinter - The Sixteen
In The Bleak Midwinter - The Trebled Ladybug
And even this very wild, weird and amazing arrangement . . .
In The Bleak Midwinter - reimagined by Jacob Collier
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