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