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.
O Love, heaven’s gift eternal, Guardian from all ill,
Living yet among us, your Spirit beckons still.
In the bleak mid-winter, when all seems cold and vain,
Love draws near with mercy and warms our souls again.
From the bleak mid-winter, Love will find a way,
Shining through the shadows, turning night to day.
“Hold my hand” the Voice calls, “You are not alone;
Love abides forever and Love will lead you home.”
(tune: Cranham)
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