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 only His mother 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 can I give Him - Give my heart My heart