In the bleak mid-winter

In the bleak mid-winter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone.
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter, long ago.

Our God Heav'n cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain.
Heav'n 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.

Angels and arch-angels may have gathered there.
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air.
But only his mother in her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved with a kiss.

What can I bring 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.