See, the Lamb of God appears,
Promised from eternal years.
And most famously perhaps, In the Bleak Midwinter, in which it snows rather a lot,
Snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter,
Long, long ago.
I have to say that Christina Rossetti’s words don’t sound half as good when spoken, as when they are sung to Gustav Holst’s wonderfully haunting tune. Singing that carol certainly conjures up visions of a snowy, white Christmas. But what I have in mind by a white Christmas is taken from a passage in the Book of Isaiah. He was the Old Testament prophet who foretold that Jesus would be born of a virgin,
"Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a Son, and shall call His name Immanuel" (7:14)
For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
This same prophet issues an invitation from the Lord to all who will listen,