In the Bleak Midwinter

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 Angels and archangels They have gathered there Cherubim and seraphims Filled the air But His mother Mary In her maiden bliss Worshipped the Messiah Worshipped 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 wiseman I would do my part Yet, what can I give Him? Jesus, take my heart My heart