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 can­not hold Him,
Nor earth sus­tain;
Heaven 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 breast­ful of milk,
And a man­ger­ful 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,
Worshiped the Be­lov­èd
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.