In the bleak mid-winter

In the bleak midwinter, frost 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, would I do my part
yet what I can I give him: give my heart.

In the bleak midwinter, frost wind 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.