In the Bleak Mid-Winter
In the bleak midwinter, frosty winds 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 long ago
Our God heaven 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
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
I give my heart
Autor(es): Harold Darke