In the bleak mid-winter
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 mid-winter, long ago
Heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain
Heaven 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
Enough for him, whom Cherubim
Worship night and day
A breast full of milk
And a manger full of hay
Enough for him, whom angels fall down before
The ox and ass and camel which adore
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
