Be Still My Soul
Great is Thy Faithfulness
Be Thou My Vision
O Sacred Head
I miss hymns. Sigh.
{ 2006 01 29 }
notes from my window-corners
{ 2006 01 29 }
Be Still My Soul
Great is Thy Faithfulness
Be Thou My Vision
O Sacred Head
I miss hymns. Sigh.
sweet_n_lo | 29-Jan-06 at 9:40 pm | Permalink
my top four (in no order):
How Great Thou Art
Here is Love
Great is Thy Faithfulness
Holy, Holy, Holy
cheezwizlizbiz | 30-Jan-06 at 12:54 am | Permalink
I miss hymns, too! Bring back the hymns! Mine (in no particular order):
Lord We Come Before Thee Now
Holy, Holy, Holy
O Thou Fount of Every Blessing
How Beautiful
Spacemonkey1812 | 30-Jan-06 at 2:59 pm | Permalink
all of those, plus O Worship the King
Zeer0th | 30-Jan-06 at 9:02 pm | Permalink
We sang a slightly different arrangement and translation of “O Sacred Head, Now Wounded” in Hymnology today, which was interesting. And also really pretty because I’m surrounded by music majors/chorus/choir members. We also sang “Christians, to the Paschal Victim” and “All Creatures of Our God and King.” Both also beautiful hymns. The text of the latter is by Francis of Assisi. Maybe you’d like to borrow my Hymnology book once I’m done with the class? If nothing else, for the cool hymns that are in it.
dchalenburg | 01-Feb-06 at 10:18 am | Permalink
My favorite is My God and I. Other than that I like too many to rank them (although songs with a bass lead take priority).
dave
elizac | 01-Feb-06 at 2:55 pm | Permalink
we’re blessed to sing hymns along with devo songs. i can’t think of a favorite though.
dchalenburg | 03-Feb-06 at 2:53 pm | Permalink
Oooooo. Pretty blue.
dave
dmprice | 09-Apr-06 at 9:26 pm | Permalink
Do not miss them! Sing them!
The Church’s one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord; She is His new creation By water and the word; From heav’n He came and sought her to be His holy bride; With His own blood He bought her, and for her life He died.
Elect from ev’ry nation Yet one o’er all the earh; Her charter of salvation, One Lord, one faith, one birth; One holy name she blesses, partakes one holy food, And to one hope she presses, with every grace endued.
Tho’ with a scornful wonder Men see her sore oppressed, by schisms rent assunder, by heresies destressed, Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, “How long?” And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song.
‘Mid toil and tribulation, and tumult of her war, She waits the consummation of peace for evermore; ’til with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blessed, and the great church victorious shall be the church at rest.