Darke: 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-ow-ow on snow

In the bleak midwinter, lo-o-ong ago

Heaven canno-ot hold him, nor-or earth sustain

Heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign

In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed

Lord Go-od A-almighty, Je-esu-us Christ

Enough for Him, Whom cherubim, worship night and day

A brea-east full of milk, and a manger full of hay

Enough for Him, Whom angels fa-a-all before

The ox and ass and camel whi-ich a-adore

Angels and arc angels may have gathered there

Cherubim and seraphim thro-onged the air

But for hi-i-is mother, in her maiden bliss

Worshiped the Belove-ed wi-ith a-a kiss

Wha-at can I give him, poor-oor as I am

If I were a shepherd, I would give a lamb

If I were a wise man, I would do my part

But wha-at can I gi-ive Him, gi-ive my heart...