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 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,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for
Him, Whom angels fall 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.