I love this song, growing up in New England, the midwinter was bleak, and Christmas was a bright time in the midst of it. The life for Jews in the Roman Empire was also bleak (far bleaker than New England winters!), and the Incarnation of Jesus Christ in Bethlehem was an inbreaking of an entirely bright time the midst of the darkness. This song bring tears to my eyes and I love hearing it and singing it; so deep, so rich, such a gift.
~The Rev. Peter M. Carey
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, 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 to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
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.