In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moanEarth stood hard as iron, water like a stoneSnow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snowIn the bleak midwinter, long ago
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustainHeaven and earth shall flee away, when He comes to reignIn the bleak mid-winter a stable-place sufficedLord God Almighty, Jesus Christ
Angels and archangels may have gathered thereCherubim and seraphim thronged the airBut only His mother, in her maiden blissWorshipped the Beloved with a kiss
What can I give Him poor as I am?If I were a shepherd, I would give a lambIf I were a wise man, I would do my partYet what I can, I give Him give my heart