Lyrics:

(G. Holst, C. Rossetti) In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan Earth stood hard as iron Water like a stone Snow had fallen Snow on snow on snow In the bleak midwinter Long, long ago Angels and arc-angels May have gathered there Cherubim and seraphim Thronged the air But only his mother In her maiden bliss Worshiped the beloved With a kiss What can I give him Poor as I am If I were a sheperd I would give a lamb If I were a wise man I would do my part But what I can I give him Give him my heart