In the Bleak Midwinter

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, long, ago.

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there.
Cherubim and Seraphim
Frozen in the air.

But His mother only
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the beloved
With a tender 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 him my heart.