Midwinter - Twila Paris

In 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 ago

Our God, heav’n cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain

Heav’n 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 wine man, I would do my part

Yet, what I can, I give Him, give my heart