In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frost 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

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

Worshiped 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 wise man, I would do my part;

Yet what I can I give Him: give my heart