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 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

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