Christmas Carols Lyrics:
- Free Printable Booklet of Christmas Carol lyrics
- iPad Interactive book of Christmas Carol lyrics: 99p
- iPad Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas - an interactive book of Christmas carol arrangements for piano, including duets for two iPads: £24.99
- iPad Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas, Volume One: £9.99
- iPad Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas, Volume Two: £9.99
- iPad Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas, Volume Three: £9.99
- iPad Secondo parts for the piano duets included in Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas: Free
- Carols, Piano Solos and Seasonal Songs for Christmas - ring-bound hard copy: £129 including site photocopy licence. Also available in three separate volumes priced at £49 each.
Christmas Carols and Seasonal Songs
- iPad Lyrics: search ZigZag Education on the iBooks store.
- iPad Piano Scores (68 arrangements, solos and duets): search ZigZag Education on the iBooks store.
- Photocopiable Piano Scores including site photocopy licence: go to zzed.co.uk/arrangechristmas
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It Came Upon the Midnight Clear
- It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold:
"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,
From heav’n's all-gracious King."
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing. - Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heav’nly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains,
They bend on hov’ring wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessèd angels sing. - Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angels’ strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring;
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing! - And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing! - For lo! the days are hast’ning on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When, with the ever-circling years,
Comes round the Age of Gold,
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendours fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.