In the Bleak Midwinter
Christina Rossetti
In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow on snow
In the bleak midwinter, long ago
Heaven cannot 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
Ooh
Oh, 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?
What can I give Him?
What can I give Him?
Give my heart