In the Bleak Mid-Winter
Gustav Holst, Christina Rossetti
In the bleak mid-winter
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 mid-winter
Long ago
Our God, heav'n cannot hold Him
Nor the earth sustain
Heav'n and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty
Jesus Christ
What can I give Him?
Poor as I am
If I were a Shepherd
I would bring a lamb
And if I were a Wise Man
I would do my part
Yet what I can I give Him
Give my heart
Give my heart
