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Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Composer David Ashley White
Text Robert Robertson
Voicing Two-part mixed choir and organ
Topics Christian Life
Length 2' 50" Price $1.95 (U.S.) Released 3/97
Catalog no. 410-652 Difficulty Moderately easy
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 Reviews
"Nettleton is arranged for two-part mixed choir and organ in David Ashley White's 'Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing.' The animated spirit of the tune is enhanced with some vigorous and angular phrases in the accompaniment. The voice parts are quite accessible and somehow echo a spirit of early Americana." -The Hymn, October 1998
"It seems to me that this arrangement of the familiar early American hymn is inspired by the line 'tune my heart to sing thy grace.' Although filled with graceful counterpoint and open chords appropriate to the style of the original, the delight of the piece is in the frolicking right hand of the accompaniment. This is one that choirs of all levels of ability should consider making part of their repertoire." --Worship Arts, Nov.-Dec. 2007
Description A series of choral variations on the beloved hymn tune NETTLETON, skillfully arranged for two-part mixed voices and organ. Perfect for the smaller choir.
Text
Come, thou fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace!
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
hither by thy help I'm come;
and I hope, by thy good pleasure,
safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
wandering from the fold of God;
he to rescue me from danger,
interposed with precious blood.
Oh, to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee:
prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, oh, take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.
Text: Robert Robertson, 1758. |
