In the Bleak Midwinter

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, Heav'n cannot hold him

Nor earth sustain;

Heav'n 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,

A breast-ful of milk

And a manger-ful of hay;

Enough for him, whom angels

Fall down before,

The ox and ass and camel

Which adore.

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.