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
Our God, heaven cannot hold Him
Nor can 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
Enough for Him whom cherubim
Worship night and day
A breast full of milk
And a manger full of hay
Enough for Him whom angels
Fall down before
The ox and ass and camel which adore
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 wise man
I would do my part
Yet what I can I give Him
– Give my heart!
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!
