1 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.
2 Heaven cannot hold Him, nor the earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
God Himself became a man-- Born to pay sins price;
He's the great Redeemer, Jesus Christ.
3 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.
