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.
What can I give Him
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would give a lamb.
If I were a wise man
I would do my part;
What I can, I give Him--
Give Him my heart.