In the bleak mid-winter 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 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