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.

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.

Enough For Him, Whom Cherubim, Worship Night And Day,
Breastful Of Milk, And A Mangerful Of Hay;
Enough For Him, Whom Angels Fall Before,
The Ox And Ass And Camel Which Adore.

Angels And Archangels May Have Gathered There,
Cherubim And Seraphim Thronged The Air;
But His Mother Only, In Her Maiden Bliss,
Worshipped 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.