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  • CPDL #10773:     
Editor: Tim Henderson (submitted 2006-01-15).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 36 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: from Union Tunebook 1842

General Information

Title: Grace, 'tis a charming sound
Composer: Thomas Clark
Tune: Cranbrook

Lyricist: Philip Doddridge

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 86 (S.M.)

Language: English
Instruments:

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Description: Thomas Clark's hymn tune Cranbrook was first published with this text, in his collection A Sett of Psalm and Hymn Tunes, [1805].

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

Grace, ’tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to mine ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.

Grace first inscribed my name
In God’s eternal book;
’Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,
Who all my sorrows took.

Grace led my roving feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

Grace taught my soul to pray
And made mine eyes o’erflow;
’Twas grace which kept me to this day,
And will not let me go.

Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

O let Thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine
My all my powers to Thee aspire,
And all my days be Thine.