126   In the Bleak Midwinter




[1]
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 minwinter
Long ago.

[2]
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.

[3]
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 can I give Him?
Give my heart.