In the bleak mid-winter
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 mid-winter
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 mid-winter
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.