Midwinter

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
Mother’s 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
It was enough, this world, this fallen world
Oh, it was enough
But what can I give Him
Poor as I am?
If I was a shepherd
Then 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