It Came upon the Midnight Clear
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Launch "Sing Harmony" App
Hold your device sideways (landscape). Select a sound and a song when you get there.
To learn how to sing harmony for displayTitle, in the app above click “load piano” and select the song. To hear a part individually, click the S,A,T, and B buttons to eliminate voices.
If you prefer our old learning videos, the images at the bottom of this page will link you to them.
To learn how to sing harmony to displayTitle:
- Decide which part best fits your voice. Start by taking a guess: if you're a girl, you'll probably want to sing either the soprano or alto part. If you're a guy you'll probably want to sing either the tenor or bass part. If you're having trouble with one, try a different one. Sing the part you enjoy the most. Some guys may actually want to sing the alto and soprano parts an octave lower.
- Listen to your part by eliminating all of the voices except the one you are singing. Learn it really well, so that you can sing your part with any of the verses. If you don't read music, just look at the words, listen to your part, and sing along. Get help from a musical friend if you need it.
- Turn the other voices back on. If you can sing your part while hearing the other parts too, you're ready to go sing in church. Belt it out as loud as you can!
- Print off the music (click here for a printable PDF) and practice in a group. Find some friends to sing a few other parts and see if you can hold it together a cappella. This will reinforce your ability so that it can be permanent, and will also decrease your need to hear your part in order to sing it.
Lyrics to "displayTitle"
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold;
“Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From Heaven’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 heavenly music floats
O’er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains,
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever over its Babel sounds
The blessèd 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 hastening 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 splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.