Shouting Hymn - Ingalls, Jeremiah

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"A folk hymn, derived from an 18th-century folk song tune, ''Just as the Tide Was A-Flowing'' (Jackson 1953b, No. 119; Steel and Hulan 2010). The tune was re-harmonized in four parts in ''Supplement to the Kentucky Harmony'', 1820, renamed ''Clamanda'' and attributed to "Chapin." This re-harmonization was the basis for ''Clamanda'', page 42 in The Sacred Harp, 1844 to the present, from 1844-1911 reduced to three parts. In 1911 it acquired an Alto part unrelated to the Counter part written by Chapin; Warren Steel (web addenda to The Makers) says "Alto after W. M. Cooper, 1902." Words by an unknown author, before 1794, in twenty-one stanzas. Ingalls used two stanzas per line in his composition."

⌛ Epoche → Klassik ◈ Genre → Sacred

♯ Tonart A minor

⁄ Taktart 4/4

♬ Besetzung → STB

◆ Difficulty

Mittelstufe

↕ Tonumfang A – f''

♩ Tempo allegrissimo (140)

◷ Dauer ~33 sec

¶ Sprache → Englisch

Takte 20

Textur mixed texture

Stimmen 4

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 1

CPDL Nr. 44197

Bearbeiter Barry Johnston

Veröffentlicht 2017-04-23

Lizenz Gemeinfrei

♫Tonumfänge

Tr.

a' – f''

c' – c''

g# – b'

A – e'

Schlagwörter

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¶Liedtext

1. God's power and wisdom is displayed In every thing his hands have made; But more his mercy and his grace, In saving fallen Adam's race. 2. The matchless grace and love of God, Appears in shedding of his blood, For poor apostate Adam's seed, Was condescending love indeed. 3. How could the Lord, the great Creator Consent to be a feeble creature, And leave his glorious realms of bliss, To sojourn in this wilderness? 4. That God who heaven and earth did frame, Who counts the stars and calls their name, He for our sakes did stoop so far, As to become a carpenter. 5. He veiled his Godhead with our flesh, And underwent a human birth; Full thirty years both night and day, He bore our heavy load of clay. 6. O! was not this a heavens wonder, He suffered weariness and hunger? In all the works his hands had made, Could find no where to lay his head.