In the bleak midwinter, frostly 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 can not 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, the 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
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 can I give Him? Give Him my heart