in the bleak midwinter frost 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 our god heaven cannot hold him nor 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 angels and archangels may have gathered there cherubim and seraphim thronged the air but his mother only in her maiden bliss worshiped the beloved 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 wise man i would do my part yet what i can i give him give my heart1