third angel
New for Christmas 2005 !
a double album of Christmas songs featuring Cath and the usual ace musicians,
third angel
Zephaniah Trust
John’s note to the listener:
So why third angel when there are only (?) two discs ?
Angel#1 was recorded and released in 2001 but is now out of stock. Angel#1 was
recorded and released in 2005. Many of the songs had originally been written
for and performed by the children at the world famous Wycliffe CE Middle School
carol service. The theme of both albums is that the angels are God’s messagers.
And the third angel ?
Produced by Lydia Drake and John Froud
and arranged by the musicians:
Vocals: John Froud, Cath Froud
Backing vocals : Esther Binder, Barb Binder,
Lydia Drake, Yvonne Froud, Alex Froud
Didj : Alex Jones
Whistles : Lydia Drake, Alex Jones
Drums and percussion : Mark Drake
Bass guitars : Alex Froud, John Froud
Saxophones : Lydia Drake, Alex Jones
Magnificat production : Mr Current Remix
Guitars: John Froud, Alex Froud, Paul Deo
Flute and Howard’s melodica :
Lydia Drake
Keyboards : David Wilkinson,
Howard Williams
third angel
Zephaniah Music ZEPH 377
is available from December 1, 2005
price £15 + £1 p&p from:
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2a Norwood Rd,
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angel #1
Angel
Long ago on the hills high above BethlehemShepherds were watching their sheep,
Suddenly a light came from heaven
An army of angels woke them from their sleep.
And they said, “Glory! Glory in the highest!
This is the day of the Lord!”
And they said, “Glory! Glory in the highest!
This is the day God’s peace comes to the earth.”
“Don’t be afraid” the angel’s voice rang out to them,
“I bring you news of great joy.
God’s son is born today in Bethlehem.
Go leave your sheep now, go worship the boy.”
Down to the town they hurried just as they’d been told;
Simply believing everything.
Finding the baby in a stable rough and cold,
They knelt before the manger and worshipped the King.
And I just want to be his angel, and tell you he’s here
I just want to be his angel, take away from fear;
And lead you to worship, worship and adore;
I just want to be his angel – I can do no more.
And I just want to be his angel.
John Froud
Copyright ©2001 Zephaniah Music
Magnificat
My soul doth magnify the LordPraise God my Saviour
My spirit doth rejoice
Praise God my Saviour.
Though he has seen how poor I am
And undeserving
All the folk on earth will bless my name
It’s quite unnerving
For he that is mighty has done great things And holy is his name
Yes he that is mighty and has done great things
And holy is his name.
The proud and the princes will fall
From their pride
The humble and poor shall be raised
To his side
His mercy reaches out and on
And on forever
He will stay by his people’s side
Desert them never
John Froud
Copyright ©2001 Zephaniah Music
And Mary Kept All These Things
It’s a long way to Bethlehem, but they had to go,The Romans commanded and you can’t say, “No”
Mary’s baby was born there, so far from home,
Laid in a manger, in the animals’ room.
And Mary kept all these things in her heart.
The night of the birth, some shepherds came;
They brought with them presents, maybe a lamb.
They said the angels sent them, how else could they know,
The babe in the manger into glory would grow?
And Mary kept all these things in her heart.
Three rich wise men came, came from afar,
‘cross the desert from Babylon, they’d followed a star,
They brought with them presents – myrrh, frankincense, gold;
A King born to suffer, the future foretold.
And Mary kept all these things in her heart.
It seemed that the baby, lit up the room;
The light of the world to banish the gloom.
His life was a beacon, now all these years on,
Because He’s still with us, we shine as he shone.
And Mary kept all these things in her heart.
And Mary kept all these things in her heart.
John Froud
Copyright ©2001, Zephaniah Music
Sing With The Angels
Sing with the angels a song of great joySing with the angels a song for the boy
That is born in the stable and lives just to die
Won’t you sing with the angels on high?
Give with the shepherds a gift to the child
Give with the shepherds a gift undefiled
Of beauty and excellence give and adore
Won’t you give with the shepherds so poor?
Travel with wise men a long way to see
The child who was born here to love you and me
Who was born to begin a new kingdom of peace
Won’t you travel to see hatred cease?
Worship with saints from the earliest days
Worship with saints in their glorious praise
Fall on your knees now and worship the King
Won’t you worship and all your best bring?
Sing with the angels of glory and grace
Sing of the child with the love in his face
Who lived, taught and died and then rose from the grave
Won’t you sing of the child born to save?
John Froud
Copyright ©2001 Zephaniah Music
The Angel Said To Mary
The angel said to Mary“You are highly favoured,
You are highly favoured by the Lord above.”
The angel said to Mary,
“You will have a baby,
You will have a baby, have a baby boy,”
And you’ve got to call his name “Jesus”
You’ve got to call his name “Jesus”
You’ve got to call his name “Jesus”
Call him Jesus Christ the Lord
The angel said to Mary,
“He’ll be Son of the Most High,
He’ll be Son of the Most High, he’ll be Son of God,”
The angel said to Mary,
“He will reign forever,
He will reign forever till the end of time,”
And Mary said “I am your servant”
And Mary said “I am your servant”
And Mary said “I am your servant”
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be,
Let it be to me according to your word
The angels says to us now,
“Better get down and worship,
Better get down and worship
Worship Christ the Lord!”
John Froud
Copyright © 2001 Zephaniah Music
Far Away
Far away, in the hay,In a stable so, they say
Long ago, Jesus Christ was born.
On that night, so cold and still
Shepherds came down, from the hill
When they heard, Jesus Christ was born
They had waited, long enough
Times were hard, times were rough
They danced for joy, Jesus Christ was born
Their dreams were coming true
Freedom at last they knew
All because Jesus Christ was born.
Wise men brought him
Gold myrrh and frankincense
He knows we have
No rich inheritance
But like the shepherds
We have our own presents
To bring to the King
And here in your heart
Let Christmas really start
Here and now
Let Jesus Christ be born
John Froud
Copyright ©2001 Zephaniah Music
Mary Gave Birth
Mary gave birth to a baby,Mary gave birth to a baby,
Mary gave birth to a baby
And they call him Christ the Lord
Sing Gloria, Gloria in excelsis Deo!
Gloria, Gloria!
Sing Glory to God on high!
She laid him in a manger………….
And they call him Christ the Lord
The Shepherds came to see him…..
And they call him Christ the Lord
The wise men came from Babylon..
And they call him Christ the Lord
Now everybody come worship……
And they call him Christ the Lord
Traditional African
Arr Copyright ©2001 Zephaniah Music
Born in the Night
Born in the night, Mary’s childA long way from your home
Coming in need, Mary’s child
Born in a borrowed room
Clear shining light, Mary’s child
Your face lights up our way
Light of the world, Mary’s child
Dawn on our darkened day
Truth of our lives, Mary’s child
You tell us God is good
Now prove it is true, Mary’s child
Go to your cross of wood
Hope of the world, Mary’s child
You’re coming soon to reign
King of the earth, Mary’s child
Walk in our streets again
Geoffrey Ainger
Copyright © 1964 Stainer and Bell Ltd
Oh I Wish I Could Have Been There
Oh I wish I could have been thereWhen the skies were full of angels
And men’s hearts were full of hope
Oh I wish I could have been there
Been there in the stable when the babe was born
When sin’s night was broken by new creation’s dawn
Oh I wish I could have been there.
Been there when his mother rocked the cradle slow
Rocked her new born baby, loved my Jesus so
Been there when the shepherds heard the angels sing Heard the news of Messiah’s birth changing everything
I wish I could have been there
Been there with the wise men bringing gifts so rare
Giving all that matters – Oh I wish that I’d been there
But it seems a different kind of world
Where a saviour might be born
Have we lost the will to believe
That he’d come to a world that’s bruised and torn
John Froud
Copyright © 2001 Zephaniah Music
Upside Down
Born into a world of hate,This baby is the King of Love;
Rags of poverty replace
The rich robes of his throne above.
Wise men look for foolishness,
The King of Heaven born on earth;
Wealthy men mid homelessness
To celebrate a baby’s birth.
Upside down, upside down,
He turns the world upside down;
All the values of this world out the door,
Since Jesus was born they don’t matter no more.
Shepherds leave their flocks alone,
At the mercy of the night,
Find a shepherd of their own,
Darkness brings the King of Light.
The poor are made rich, the hungry are fed,
The wealthy are sent empty away;
The weak are made strong, the humble are raised
By the child who was born on that day.
To the helpless child, God’s Son,
Our wise men’s foolish gifts we give.
Despised, rejected, crucified,
Now risen by his death we live.
John Froud
Copyright © 2001 Zephaniah Music
Silent Night
Silent Night, Holy NightSleeps the world hid from sight
Mary and Joseph and newly born child
Holy Infant so tender and mild,
Sleeping in heavenly peace
Silent night, Holy night,
Shepherds first, saw the light,
Heard resounding clear and strong,
Piercing the darkness the angel song,
Christ the Redeemer is born,
Silent Night, Holy Night,
Son of God, Oh how bright,
Love is smiling from your face,
The child in the manger who’s bringing God’s grace,
Jesus Lord at your birth
Joseph Mohr
This version John Froud
Copyright © 2001 Zephaniah Music
Come Hear Of A Mystery
Come hear of a mysteryHow the Prince of Glory came to live on the earth
Come and listen to the word
That the shepherds heard of Emmanuel’s birth
Come under a starry sky,
Hear the baby cry in the animals’ shed.
Come and leave your cares behind,
Like the shepherds find what the angels had said.
He’s Emmanuel, God with us.
He’s Emmanuel, God with us.
Like the prophets foretold all those years before
When they said that the Prince of Peace would be born;
Hear the angels’ song of the saviour’s birth,
And the promise at last of peace on earth.
Come now like the shepherds bring
Your best offering to the Lord of all.
“Come, now peace is mine to give,
I’ve lived like you live.” Hear Emmanuel call.
John Froud
Copyright © 2001 Zephaniah Music
Light a Candle
Light a candle in the darknessLight a candle in the night
Let the love of Jesus light us
Light a candle in the night
Like a flicker in the darkness
Comes a mother’s desperate cry
And a baby’s voice in answer
Brings the coming of the light
He didn’t come in wealth and grandeur
He didn’t stand with men of power
He had no status to commend him
He was homeless he was poor
But he came to heal the wounded
And he came to heal the scars
Of a world that’s bruised and broken
Where the image has been marred
And we see him in the hungry
And the homeless refugee
In the sick and dying children
His arms reach out to you and me
And I feel his breath upon me
And he whispers “Follow me”
And he grants his fire within me
Says let it shine for all to see
Garth Hewitt
Copyright ©1985 Chain of Love Music
Go Tell It On The Mountain
Go tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhere;
Go tell it on the mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.
The shepherds from the hillside
Gave worship and adored;
They saw the Babe of Beth’lem
Was Jesus Christ the Lord.
The wise men came from the rich east
Came later there to bring
Their gifts of loving homage
To Jesus Christ the King.
All Christians now come and worship
From every nation drawn;
Go tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.
Traditional
Arr Copyright © 2001 Zephaniah Music
angel #2
Funny (how Christmas comes around)
When I’d just about forgotten, ‘bout the weight I’d put a on;In the war of my waistline, summer’s battle had been won
Now all my motivation’s gone, and diet days are done.
Funny how Christmas comes around
When I’d just about forgotten, ‘bout the money I had blown,
After spending time with bankers I’d been sold another loan;
Headroom on my cards again, I’ve remortgaged all I own.
Funny how Christmas comes around
Back to school September stores displays are giving way
To pretty gifts and must eat things to buy for Christmas Day.
I’m Santa raiding Sainsbury’s with a heavy bill to pay;
It’s costing me much more than cash, have I spent my soul away
When I’d just about forgotten, ‘bout the baby that was born,
So long ago, so far away, that first Christmas morn,
So far from the shopping malls, the meaning of it all.
Funny how Christmas comes around
When I’d just about forgotten, ‘bout the debt I cannot pay,
‘bout the weight I cannot carry, nor need to since the day
When I first believed in Jesus and he took it all away.
Funny how Christmas comes around.
John Froud
Copyright © 2004 Zephaniah Music
(I wasn’t) expecting this
Going back to school to watch the Christmas play
I feel so sorry for the little boy who has to say,
“I’ve got no room for you, you’ll have to go away.”
He’s become the villain of the first Christmas Day.
He takes the blame, he takes the blame,
He wasn’t expecting this
Shepherds round the fire, in the middle of the night,
Cosy darkness shattered by a choir of angel-light;
“Messiah has been born,” they say, a baby to a girl.
An ordinary event it seems to change the world.
They dance and sing, they dance and sing,
They just weren’t expecting this.
Searching for a king, looking in the sky,
Wise men ask of Herod, now innocents must die;
They wander on not knowing, to Bethlehem they’re told,
Taking all their gifts with them, myrrh, frankincense and gold;
Much wiser now, much wiser now,
They weren’t expecting this
Guess this is a story we all know so well,
Then forget the sequel so much harder to retell,
How the little baby became a man one day,
Prepared to suffer and die to take our sin and shame
He took the blame, he took the blame,
And we weren’t expecting this,
And we’re still not expecting this.
John Froud
Copyright © 2005 Zephaniah Music
Third angel
In my mind, gonna play in my dream team
In an all white strip, winning every game
Every day of my life I’m singing out the gospel
When I die, don’t see why, it shouldn’t be the same
I’m be out of time, from time I’ll be set free
From the constraints of straight line history
I can choose my moment, my time and place to be
I’m going to Bethlehem, ‘bout 4BC
A team of angels and me
I want to be third angel from the left
third angel from the left
When the team photograph is taken out and look at,
I want to be third angel from the left
I’ll stand on the back ‘cos I’m tall and dark I know
Not pretty or blonde enough to be on the front row
They’ll have to hide me where my bulk doesn’t show
But heaven’s not Texas, and I’m worthy my place
To sing of God’s love and grace
I want to be third angel ……
I’ll stand on the left ‘cos I can’t stand on the right
Don’t want to be associated with Michael of the night
Anyway out of leftfield comes the world’s true light
I want to tell the world, sing out the news
To Bethlehem’s shepherds and you
I want to be third angel ……
I want to be third angel from the left
third angel from the left
When the team photograph is taken out and laughed at,
I want to be third angel from the left
John Froud
Copyright © 2004 Zephaniah Music
A night to remember
A baby’s born, in a cold Bethlehem stable,
Just a baby and the world’s forever changed
But all who saw the breaking news stood round amazed
A night they’d remember all their days.
His mother watched as Messiah slept in the manger,
The King of Heaven in the poorest place
And she kept in her heart all these amazing things
A night she’d remember all her days.
The angels sang and they were used to seeing glory
But this was something, better than always
Heaven’s guards had witnessed this earth’s saviour’s birth
A night they’d remember all their days.
Shepherds called, hurried down the hill to town
Could they refuse and sty, unmoved by heaven’s praise?
Wide eyes saw and happy feet danced home again
A night they’d remember all their days.
And as for us—will we hear the angels’ call?
Come to him, let nothing be the same?
Will this be the Christmas we come to Jesus ?
A night we’ll remember all our days
John Froud
Copyright © 2004 Zephaniah Music
Broken land
Let peace come down this Christmas
Upon a broken land
Let peace come down this Christmas time
And let’s all take a stand
The rising sun from heaven
Came down on unbelief
To lead us out of darkness
Into the way of peace, the way of peace
Let peace come down this Christmas...
Upon a barren hillside peace flowed down like rain
Broken hearts were mended
Healing out of pain, out of pain
Let peace come down this Christmas...
He walked among the lonely
The poorest of the poor
And he gave his life to save us
He lives for evermore, for evermore
Let peace come down this Christmas…
Garth Hewitt
Copyright 1985 Chain of Love Music
I wonder as I wander
I wonder as I wander out under the sky,
How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
For poor ordinary people like you and like I.
I wonder as I wander out under the sky.
When Mary bore Jesus ‘twas in a cow stall,
With wise men and animals and shepherds and all.
But high from the heaven’s a star’s light did fall,
And the promise of ages it then did recall.
If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing,
A star in the sky or a bird on the wing,
Or all of God’s angels in heaven for to sing,
He surely could have had it, ‘cos he was the King
Traditional North Carolina
Arranged Froud, Drake, Drake
Copyright © 2005 Zephaniah Music
O holy night
O holy night! the stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
Till he appeared, and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn;
Fall on your knees; O, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by his cradle we stand;
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,
Here came the wise men from Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger,
In all our trials born to be our friend;
He knows our need, To our weaknesses is no stranger.
Behold your King, before him lowly bend!
Truly he taught us to love one another;
His law is love, and his gospel is peace;
Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother,
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we;
Let all within us praise his holy name;
Christ is the Lord, O, Praise his name forever.
His power and glory every more proclaim!
O night, O holy night, O night divine.
Placide Cappeau de Roquemaure, tr John Sullivan Dwight
Adolphe Charles Adam
Oh I wish I could have been there
Oh I wish I could have been thereWhen the skies were full of angels
And men’s hearts were full of hope
Oh I wish I could have been there
Been there in the stable when the babe was born
When sin’s night was broken by new creation’s dawn
Oh I wish I could have been there.
Been there when his mother rocked the cradle slow
Rocked her new born baby, loved my Jesus so
Oh I wish I could have been there
When the skies………………….
Been there when the shepherds heard the angels sing
Heard the news of Messiah’s birth changing everything
I wish I could have been there
Been there with the wise men bringing gifts so rare
Giving all that matters – Oh I wish that I’d been there
Oh I wish I could have been there
When the skies………………….
But it seems a different kind of world
Where a saviour might be born
Have we lost the will to believe
That he’d come to a world that’s bruised and torn
Oh I wish I could have been there
When the skies………………….
John Froud
Copyright © 2001 Zephaniah Music
Mary’s Baby
And she called him Jesus, ‘cos he was born to save
Long ago in Bethlehem, forgotten little town in an occupied land
In the animal’s room, Mary’s baby was born
Homeless and poor, it’s kinda odd, a long way from Heaven for the Son of God
In the animal’s room, Mary baby was born
Mary’s baby was born, Mary’s baby was born.
Angels came and filled the sky, singing praise to god on high,
Telling the world, Mary’s baby was born
Shepherds heard and hurried down, singing, dancing round the town,
Telling the world, Mary’s baby was born
Mary’s baby was born, Mary’s baby was born.
Wise men travelled to bow the knee, a king was who they’d come to see
Jesus the Christ, Mary’s baby was born
A little baby to a single mum, the saviour of the world has come
Jesus the Christ, Mary’s baby was born
Mary’s baby was born, Mary’s baby was born.
And she called him Jesus, ‘cos he was born to save
Mary’s baby was born, Mary’s baby was born.
John Froud
Copyright © 2005 Zephaniah Music
Winter Song
When winter’s shadowing fingers first pursue you down the street
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet
Do you spare a thought for summer whose passage is complete
Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat
When winter comes howling in.
When t e wind is singing strangely blowing music through your head
And your rain-splattered windows make you decide to stay in bed
Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead
Or do you pull the bedclothes higher dream of summertime instead
When winter comes howling in.
The creeping cold has fingers that caress without permission
And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition,
Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position
Who’s turned and spurned by village and town at the magistrate’s decision
When winter comes howling in.
When the turkey’s in the oven and the Christmas presents are bought
And Santa’s in his module, he’s an American astronaut,
Do you spare a thought for Jesus who had nothing but his thoughts
Who got busted just for talking and befriending the wrong sorts
When winter comes howling in.
Alan Hull
Copyright © 1970 Crazy Music/Chappell &Co
In the bleak midwinter
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.
Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air.
But His mother only,
In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the Belovèd
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 can I give Him ?
Give my heart.
Christina G. Rossetti.