1.In the bleak midwinterFrosty 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.2.Angels and archangelsMay have gathered there,Cherubim and seraphimThronged the air:But His mother onlyIn her maiden bliss,Worshipped the belovedWith a kiss.3.What can I give Him,Poor as I am?If I were a shepherdI would bring a lamb;If I were a wise manI would do my part;Yet what can I give Him?Give my heart.