'Twas in the Winter Cold
Rev. C. J. Black Joseph Barnby
ed. by John Lindsay-Botten
Allegretto moderato
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‘Twas in the win - ter cold, when earth Was de - so - late and wild, That
Then in the man - ger the poor beast Was pre - sent with his Lord; Then
But I have not, it makes me sigh, One off' - ring in my power; ‘Tis
Grant me Thy - self, O Sa - viour kind, The Spir - it un - de - filed, That
Light of the ev - er - last - ing morn, Deep through my spi - rit shine; There
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An - gels wel - comed at His Birth The e - ver - las - ting Child. From realms of e - ver
swains and pil - grims from the East Saw, won - dered, and a - dored. And I this morn would
win - ter all with me, and I Have nei - ther fruit nor flower. O God, O Bro - ther
I may be in heart and mind As gen - tle as a child; That I may tread life’s
let Thy pre - sence new - ly born Make all my be - ing Thine: There try me as the
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bright’ - ning day, And from His throne a - bove He
come with them This bless - ed sight to see, And
let me give, My worth - less self to Thee; And
ar - duous ways As Thou Thy - self hast trod, And
sil - ver, try, And cleanse my soul with care, Till
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came, with hu - man kind to stay, All low - li - ness and love.
to the Babe of Beth - le - hem Bend low the rev' - rent knee.
that the years which I may live May pure and spot - less be:
in the might of prayer and praise Keep e - ver close to God.
Thou art a - ble to de - scry Thy fault - less i - mage there.
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