In a Bleak Mid Winter

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 mid-winter 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, would I bring a lamb? If I were a wise man, would I do my part? Yet, what can I give Him? Give my heart In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone If I were a wise man, would I do my part? Yet, what can I give Him? Give my heart