In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made mean
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
They have gathered there
Cherubim and seraphims
Filled the air
But His mother Mary
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Messiah
Worshipped 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 wiseman
I would do my part
Yet, what can I give him?
Jesus, take my heart
My heart