in the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan the earth stood hard as iron water like a stone how the snow had fallen snow on snow on snow in that bleak midwinter long long ago enough for him whom angels worship night and day mothers milk to fill him in his bed of hay enough for him whom angels fall down before the ox and ass and camel gathered to adore but what can i give him poor as i am if i was a shepherd i would bring a lamb yes and if i was a wise man i would do my part but all i have to give him i will give my heart