In the bleak mid-winter
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 mid-winter
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 mid-winter
A stable place sufficed
The Lord God almighty
Jesus Christ

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there
Seraphim and cherubim
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 bring a lamb
If I were a wise man
I would do my part
Yet what I can I give him
Give my heart

Ian Ground