In the 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 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.