In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter, 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 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.
 Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day,
 Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
 Enough for Him, Whom angels fall before,
 The ox and ass and camel which adore.
 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 can I give Him... give my heart.