In the Bleak Midwinter (Arr. Alexander L'Estrange)

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.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,

cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;

but his mother only, 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.