| In the bleak midwinter, frost 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, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain; |
| Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign. |
| In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed |
| The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. |
| Angels and archangels may have gathered there, |
| Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; |
| But his mother only, 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 I can I give him: give my heart. |