In the bleak Midwinter
Frosty wind made moan. 
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone.
Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, on snow
In the bleak midwinter
long ago.
Heav'n cannot hold him
Nor the earth sustain.
Heav'n and earth flee away
When he comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter
Stable-place sufficed
For the Savior, almighty,
Jesus Christ.
Oh what can I give him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb.
If I were a wiseman
I would do my part.   
Oh what can I give him?
I will give my heart. 
Oh What can I give him? 
 I will give my heart. 
