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.
 
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain; 
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign. 
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed 
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
 
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 I can I give Him: give my heart.