in the bleak midwinter

in the bleak midwinter, 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 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. enough for him, whom cherubim, worship night and day, breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;, enough for him, whom angels fall before, the ox and ass and camel which adore. angels and archangels may have gathered there, cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;, but his mother only, in her maiden bliss, worshipped 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 heart.