In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made morn Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow In the bleak midwinter 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 midwinter a stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ
Angels and archangels may have gathered there Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air But His mother only 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 wiseman, I would do my part Yet what can I give Him? Give Him my heart
