In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan (moan) Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow on snow In the bleak mid-winter long, long ago Angels and archangels may have traveled 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 give a lamb If I were a wise man, I would do my part But what can I give Him? Give Him my heart Give Him my heart