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

 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 I can I give Him, give my heart?