In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,nEarth stood hard as iron, water like a stone,nSnow had fallen snow on snow, snow on snow, on snow,nIn the bleak midwinter, long ago.nnWhat can I give him, poor as I am?nIf I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb,nIf I were a wise man, I would do my part,nWhat I can I give him give my heart.nnAngels wreathed in singing, host of Heaven adore,nStar beheld with glory that did not shine before,nShepherds fear the blinding light, haste to understand,nIn the bleak midwinter, peace for child, for man.