In the Bleak Midwinter
Christina Rossetti, Gustav Holst
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 can’t hold Him
Nor the 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
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