My church recently switched hymnals -- something I was quite happy about. We are now singing from the Trinity Hymnal. Our pastors are gradually introducing to the congregation some of the classic hymns that weren't in the previous (inferior) hymnal. Well, tonight we sang "Abide with Me." I was at the piano, and I could tell that no one but I knew the hymn. So sad... Even the man leading the singing, who supposedly can read music, was fumbling for the correct pitches. As frustrating as it is for me to witness such ignorance, I am grateful that this church at least respects the heritage of great hymnody.
When I was getting my master's degree, the church I attended really knew how to sing, even as small as the congregation was. They sang in parts! I can still hear the pastor's voice on that glorious tenor line moment in the third phrase of "Abide with Me"... The beauty of this hymn makes me cry.
Many things of beauty make me cry.
Someday the truth that I am loved by you will bring tears to my eyes. I'm sure of it.
Waiting,
Me
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