In the Bleak Midwinter
Christina Rossetti, John Joubert
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.
Our God, heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
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 can I give Him,
Give my heart.
Give my heart.