In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan,
 Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
 Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow on snow,
 In the bleak midwinter, 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.
 Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
 Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
 But his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
 Worshiped 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.