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.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged on the air;
But His mother Mary, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
Heaven cannot hold Him, nor can earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
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 can I give Him I would give my heart
Yet what can I give Him I would give my heart