In the Bleak Midwinter

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 traveled there

Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air

But only His mother, 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