IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER
Christina G. Rossetti, Gustav Theodore Holst ~ Public Domain

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, heaven cannot hold Him,
Nor the 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.

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But His mother only 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 can I give Him:
Give my heart.