I didn’t think the song could get any more beautiful than the rendition the Gospel Brother delivered at Targhee Fest last summer. It just about stopped the time, and I figured the sound must be better at 8,000 feet.

On Sunday, Neville stepped forward to give the traditional benediction at the end of the set, and after all the city had been through, and him losing his wife to cancer last year, there was so much emotion in just the first two syllables that it sent a jolt, like the point of a knife to the heart.

“Joel, y’all,” he said at the end, a nod to his wife.

Hearing him sing Amazing Grace in the theater at Center for the Arts in Jackson next month will be worth the price of admission alone.