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 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. 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. In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; If I were a wise man Would do my part? Yet what I can I give Him - Give my heart.