in the bleak midwinter frosty 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 long ago angels and arc angels may have gathered there cherubim and seraphim thronged the air but only his mother in her maiden bliss worshiped the beloved with a kiss what can i give him poor as i am if i were a sheperd i would give a lamb if i were a wise man i would do my part but what i can i give him give him my heart