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,
	In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Our God, heav’n can not hold him, nor earth sustain;
	Heav’n and earth shall flee away When he comes to reign;
	In the bleak midwinter  A stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Enough for him, whom cherubim Worship night and day,
A breast full of milk, And a manger full of hay;
Enough for him, whom angels  Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel  Which adore.

	Angels and archangels  May have gathered there,
	Cherubim and seraphim  Thronged the air:
But only his mother  In her maiden bliss
	Worshipped the Beloved  With a kiss.

	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.