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

Angels and archangels may have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphim thronged on the air
But his mother mary, in her maiden bliss
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss
Heaven cannot hold him, nor can earth sustain
Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign

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 I would give my heart
Yet what can I give him I would give my heart