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 his mother only, in her maiden bliss Worshiped the almighty With a kiss
What can I give him, small as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb If I were a wise man, I would claim my part Yet, what can I give him Give my heart