In the Bleak Mid-Winter

Text: Christina Rosetti
Music: Gustav Holst
Published: Oxford University Press

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 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;
If I were a wise man
I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give him
Give my heart.