In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds 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
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
Oh, what can 
I give Him, poor as 
I am?If I were a shepherd, would 
I bring a lamb
If I were a wise man, would 
I do my part
Yet what I can 
I give Him, give my heart
In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
If I were a wise man, would 
I do my part
Yet what I can 
I give Him, give my heart