Darke: In the bleak mid-winter

In the bleak Midwinter, Frosty wind made moan. Earth stood hard as Iron, water like a Stone. Snow had fallen, snow, Snow on Snow. In the bleak Midwinter, Long Ago. A golden cannot Hold him nor earth Sustain. Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to Reign. In the bleak midwinter, Stable place sufficed The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for him, whom cherubim Worship night and day. A breast full of milk And a manger full Of Hay. Enough for him, whom Angels fall down Before. The ox and ass and camel Which adore. 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. Give