In the bleak mid-winter
        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 mid-winter
        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 mid-winter
        A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty
        Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him whom cherubim
        Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
        And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him whom angels
        Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
        Which adore.
Angels and archangels
        May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
        Throng'd the air,
But only His mother
        In her maiden bliss
Worshipped her 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.