00:00When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even,
00:06Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel,
00:13When a poor man came in sight, every winter flew.
00:23In his master's steps he trod, where the snow lay dinted,
00:30It was in the very sword, which the saint hath printed,
00:36Therefore, Christian, let me show, wealth, or rank, or sessing.
00:47He who now will bless the poor, shall yourselves find blessing.
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