Lyrics: Christina Rossetti
In the bleak mid-winter,
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 mid-winter
Long ago.
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 can I give him,
I will give my heart.