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 gathered there, Cherubim and seraphim thronged on the air; But His mother Mary, in her maiden bliss, Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
Heaven cannot hold Him, nor can earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
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 would give my heart Yet what can I give Him I would give my heart
