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.





