Herman Cain did not sing “Amazing Grace” at the National Press Club presser, a mighty host of readers are telling me. He sang “He Looked Beyond My Faults,” a different hymn.
In fact — and of course I don’t mean to be unkind to anyone (moi?) — “He Looked Beyond My Faults” is a feeble knock-off of “Amazing Grace.” They didn’t even think up a new tune: at any rate, Herb sings it to the tune of “The Londonderry Air.” (Which, if YouTube is anything to go by, some large proportion of the population believe is actually called “The London Derrière” — a totally different thing.)
Look, I’ve got nothing against “Amazing Grace.” It’s a nice hymn. I just hate to see that great glorious treasury of other English-language hymns gathering dust when so many pious Americans, asked for a hymn, offer “Amazing Grace” (or in this case a close knock-off thereof) with such dreary predictability. Doesn’t anyone at least know Crimond?