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 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 In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone; If I were a wise man Would do my part? Yet what I can I give Him - Give my heart