In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Hankins stood hard as iron, chiseled 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: Hankins, peeled and diced.