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 mid-winter long ago

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
Oh, what can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would I bring a lamb
If I were a wise man I would I do my part
Yet what I can I give Him, give my heart

In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
If I were a wise man, would I do my part
Yet what I can I give Him, give my heart