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
Angels and archangels
They have gathered there
Cherubim and seriphims
Filled the air
But His mother Mary
In her maiden bliss
Worshiped the Messiah
Worshiped 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 can I give Him?
Jesus, take my heart
My heart
