Thursday, 26 September 2019

In The Bleak Midwinter Christmas Carol and Story

In The Bleak Midwinter Story


In the Bleak Midwinter is a Christmas carol that was originally written by Christina Rossetti. Christina was a child of Italian parents living in the United Kingdom.

She was single her whole life after declining two offers of marriage due to doctrinal differences.

Rossetti spent her life ministering to former prostitutes and as a poet. She also devoted herself to her family and faith.

Christina was a woman who went through a lot of suffering in her life on earth.

She suffered from an autoimmune disorder affecting the thyroid. In 1893 she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Even though the tumor was removed it recurred the following year and it leads to her death on Dec. 29, 1894

This song is one of the most beloved Christmas carols in the English world. 

It was written for the American magazine, Scribner's Monthly in 1872. It was originally titled, "A Christmas Carol."

The music to this Christmas carol was added by Gustav Holst in 1906. This was twelve years after the death of the author.

Holst version is the one that is preferred for congregational singing.

There is however another tune that was added in 1911 by Harold Darke. This is the preferred version for choral ensembles as it is more complex.

In a poll of BBC in 2008 music directors chose Darke's version as the best Christmas carol.

Christina Rossetti


In The Bleak Midwinter Lyrics


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 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 mother
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 him
Give my heart

For more links to stories and lyrics of popular hymns visit here.

In The Bleak Midwinter Hymn Video


In the following video Choir of Kings College, Cambridge sings the Gustav Holt version of this song.



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