IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER

In The Bleak Midwinter

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, on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.

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,
What I can I give him – give my heart.

Angels wreathed in singing, host of Heaven adore,
Star beheld with glory that did not shine before,
Shepherds fear the blinding light, haste to understand,
In the bleak midwinter, peace for child, for man.