In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds 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 the air But his mother only, in her maiden bliss Worshiped the beloved with a kiss Oh, 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 will give my heart In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone