Darke: In the Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak Midwinter, frosty Wind made moan, earth stood Hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow on snow, snow on 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 reign. In the bleak midwinter a 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 my Heart.