In the Bleak Midwinter

1In 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.

2Angels 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.

3What 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.