Uploaded December 2012 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
cold rain and snow for months to come....
There are so many versions around I thought it prudent and fair to include the original poem by Christina Rosettie.. one of her brothers was Dante Gabrielle Rossetti, one of the founding members of the avant-garde Pre - Ralphaelite art movement..
IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER
Christina Rossetti - 1872
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
cold rain and snow for months to come....
There are so many versions around I thought it prudent and fair to include the original poem by Christina Rosettie.. one of her brothers was Dante Gabrielle Rossetti, one of the founding members of the avant-garde Pre - Ralphaelite art movement..
IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER
Christina Rossetti - 1872
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
