Darke: In The Bleak Midwinter

In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone, 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
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."