What child is this, who, laid to rest. On Mary's lap, is sleeping?. Whom angels greet with voices sweet. While shepherds watch are keeping?. This, this is Christ the King.
The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top. The snow is softly fallin'. The air is still in the silence of my room. I hear your voice softly callin'. .
In the bleak midwinter, 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 midwinter, long ago.