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 the air;
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped 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 my heart
My heart