Download Digital Sheet Music of That's What I Like - 2nd Bb Trumpet for Concert band

That's What I Like - 2nd Bb Trumpet
Concert band

Concert Band - Level 2 - Digital Download SKU: A0.897950 Composed by Phillip P. Bliss. Arranged by Dana Usealman. Christian,Praise & Worship,Spiritual. Score and parts. 20 pages. Dana Usealman #3861451. Published by Dana Usealman (A0.897950). It Well With My Soul for small Concert Band. Includes score and parts: Flute, Clarinet, Alto Sax 1, Alto Sax 2, Bb Trumpet, Trombone (or Baritone), Mallets, Bass Drum, and Cymbals. When I arranged this, I only had early elementary clarinet players so that part is entirely written below the break. It can be taken up an octave for more advanced players. There is a flute solo for your best flute player, it could also be omitted if necessary. The mallet part could also be omitted in a pinch. It Is Well With My Soul is a hymn penned by hymnist Horatio Spafford and composed by Philip Bliss. First published in Gospel Songs No. 2 by Ira Sankey and Bliss (1876), it is possibly the most influential and enduring in the Bliss repertoire and is often taken as a choral model, appearing in hymnals of a wide variety of Christian fellowships. Horatio Spafford's original lyrics are included below. I had verses 1, 2, 3, and 6 in mind for this arrangement: When peace like a river, attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to knowIt is well, it is well, with my soul.RefrainIt is well, (it is well),With my soul, (with my soul)It is well, it is well, with my soul.Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,Let this blest assurance control,That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,And hath shed His own blood for my soul.My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!My sin, not in part but the whole,Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:If Jordan above me shall roll,No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,The sky, not the grave, is our goal;Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,A song in the night, oh my soul!