I
am often called upon to preach as a layman at The Parkrose Village
Congregation and also in two Renmark Uniting Church congregations. You
will find some of my addresses and orders of service on this blog and my
Christian Sermons blog.One of the tasks is to select suitable hymns to
be sung.In Parkrose we predominantly use the Australian Churches of
Christ Hymn Book and in Renmark mainly the Australian Hymn Book.
Having
not grown up as a Christian in the Uniting Church I am not always
familiar with the Hymns available. Fortunately for me my wife who plays
piano when I preach in Parkrose, is very familiar with Churches of
Christ Hymns and also as in her younger days was a member of the
Congregational Church and youth groups.So she is my arbiter and expert
when it comes to choosing what we will sing. I have recently come across
a wonderful site on the internet where many historical books of the
restoration movement can be found. Churches of Christ in Australia is
derived from the Restoration Movement. I am familair with the basics of
it's history but there is a wealth of information on this site. I came
across a book by John W Mcgarvey which is a series of Chapel Talks to
students at the Bible College of which he was president.I have reproduced this one address here on how to study and select Hymns.
Bear in mind this was for would be preachers and pastors.
My wife is a great exponent of the the things he highlights here for which I and our congregations are are always greatful.
There is a link at the bottom to where this book is and also the website itself.
Chapel Address -- No. 8
THE STUDY AND SELECTION OF HYMNS
THE STUDY AND SELECTION OF HYMNS
I have said a few words to you on a number of
occasions, about the importance of studying hymns and the proper
selection of hymns to suit occasions. Sometimes an improper selection of
a hymn leads to very deplorable results. I was informed of one instance
in which, on a funeral occasion, the selection of the hymns was left to
the young man who led the singing. He selected one that started right,
but just as the pallbearers started off with the corpse they sang,
"Believing we rejoice to see the curse removed." That service ended with
more tittering than tears.
In order that you may make appropriate selections
you must know your hymn book, not only the first stanza of every hymn
that is worth singing, but the whole of it. You must know all those that
are worth singing if you would make your selections wisely. The
elements of a good hymn may be stated thus:
First, and most important of all, its sentiments
must be scriptural. There is a hymn in one of our church hymnals which
has been sung a great deal, the second stanza of which confidently looks
forward to the time when that old boatman familiar in Greek mythology
who used to row people across the river Styx, will safely row the
Christian across the river of death. Now that is heathenish, but it is
in a Christian hymn book. First, then, let me say again, and emphasize
it, See to it that the sentiments of every hymn you select to sing in
the church are scriptural.
Second, a good hymn is good poetry. Those of you
who have gone pretty well along in the course of English, ought to know
what good poetry is. You have been taught what it is. But it will
require on your part a good deal of thought and study in addition to
what you get from your professor, in order to give you that fine taste
which will enable you to see the fine elements of poetry in a hymn. I do
not think that there is one of the hymns that have become permanently
popular that is not good poetry. Not only is good poetry essential, but
there is a sentiment among uncultivated people that demands it. Some
hymns acquire popularity and usefulness for a short time by means of the
fine music set to them, even though they are only a jingle of rhymes:
but they soon pass away.
When, then a hymn is found to contain scripture
sentiment and good poetry, in order to be effective as a hymn it must be
sung to appropriate music, music that expresses finely the sentiments
of the hymn. Now no man can be successful in the selection of hymns to
suit occasions from day to day and from week to week, who does not
devote a great deal of attention and careful study to hymns. There are
hymns which, instead of being good poetry, are nothing but lines of
prose with a rhyme at the end of them, and not always good rhyme at
that. I will read you a couple of instances of this kind. Number 526 in
our hymnal: the second stanza:
"Thrice blest is he to whom is given the instinct that can tell That
God is on the field, when He is most invisi- - - bell, it ought to be.
If it be true as was said a long time ago by some wise man and repeated
again and again by others, that, if you will allow a man of good
judgement to select the songs of a people, he may care very little who
makes their laws, then it can not be a matter of minor importance to
select wisely the songs of the church. There are a great many people,
and especially children, who obtain their religious sentiments more from
the hymns they are taught to sing than from the Scripture which they
read or hear from the pulpit. And when sentiments are thus formed,
whether just right or just wrong, it is almost impossible in later years
to eradicate them. This is another indication of the importance of the
careful study of hymns.
I have said that those hymns which have been long
popular, and have had strong hold upon the minds and hearts of the
people, have, all of them, been characterized by those qualities of a
good hymn which I have mentioned. For example, that one which Matthew
Arnold pronounces the finest hymn in the English language:
"When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my Lord;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all."
"When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my Lord;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all."
I do not know that Matthew Arnold was correct in
thinking that the finest hymn in the English language, but certainly it
has in it all the elements of a good hymn. Take as another example that
old hymn that should have made the name of its author immortal. Mrs.
Julia Ward Howe, who died a few days ago, made her name famous by the
composition of one song that has attained the name of The Battle Hymn of
the Republic. We have a battle hymn.
Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb,
And shall I fear to own His cause,
Or blush to speak His name?
You all know the rest of it. Then there is another
hymn, not sung so often, but equally fine, which might be called the
Christian's call to arms.
Soldiers of Christ arise,
And put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies,
Thro His eternal Son.
Strong in the Lord of Hosts
And in His mighty power,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.
Stand, then, in His great might,
With all His strength endued,
And take to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.
Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul,
Take every virtue, every grace,
And fortify the whole.
That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome through Christ alone
And stand entire at last.
Soldiers of Christ arise,
And put your armor on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies,
Thro His eternal Son.
Strong in the Lord of Hosts
And in His mighty power,
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.
Stand, then, in His great might,
With all His strength endued,
And take to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God.
Leave no unguarded place,
No weakness of the soul,
Take every virtue, every grace,
And fortify the whole.
That having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
You may o'ercome through Christ alone
And stand entire at last.
Such hymns as these two arouse all the energy and courage that is in the soul of a man who loves the Lord.
Then, we have our marching hymns; not one, but many; especially that one which we sing so often in this chapel:
"Come we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known,
Join in the song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne,
Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly king,
May speak their joys abroad.
The hill of Zion yields,
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry:
We're marching thro Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high."
"Come we that love the Lord,
And let our joys be known,
Join in the song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne,
Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly king,
May speak their joys abroad.
The hill of Zion yields,
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry:
We're marching thro Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high."
That hymn is a fine piece of poetry and it is sung
to the music of a very fine march. I wonder that some composer has not
taken it in hand and made of it a grand march for a brass band. I think
it would be a good thing right now for us to rise and sing it.
But there are times that come over the disciples
of Christ quite different from these indicated in these exulting
stanzas. They are times of gloom and tears, when we need the tenderest
words of divine sympathy. Our hymn writers have not left us without
comfort in times like these. at is more consoling than the lines in
which we sing our Lord's own invitation to the weary and heavy laden,
beginning with the stanza,
"Come unto me when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distressed
Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,
Come unto me, and I will give you rest".
"Come unto me when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distressed
Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,
Come unto me, and I will give you rest".
We love to sing of our final triumph over death
and the grave, and some of our best hymns are devoted to this inspiring
theme. I wish we could bring back into general use that inimitable
composition in which the resurrection of our Lord and our own
resurrection are so beautifully and triumphantly set forth that it
should hold a place, as it once did, in every hymn book:
"The angels that watched round the tomb
Where low the Redeemer was laid,
When deep in mortality's gloom,
He hid for a season his head,
That veiled their fair face while he slept,
And ceased their harps to employ".
(Is there anything more beautiful than this?)
"Have witnessed his rising, and swept
Their chords with the triumphs of joy.
Though dreary the empire of night,
I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
And see immortality's light
Arise on the shades of the tomb.
Then welcome the last rending sighs,
When these aching heart-strings shall break,
When death shall extinguish these eyes,
And moisten with dew the pale cheek.
No terror the prospect begets,
I am not mortality's slave;
The sunbeam of life, as it sets,
Leaves a halo of peace on the grave."
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"The angels that watched round the tomb
Where low the Redeemer was laid,
When deep in mortality's gloom,
He hid for a season his head,
That veiled their fair face while he slept,
And ceased their harps to employ".
(Is there anything more beautiful than this?)
"Have witnessed his rising, and swept
Their chords with the triumphs of joy.
Though dreary the empire of night,
I soon shall emerge from its gloom,
And see immortality's light
Arise on the shades of the tomb.
Then welcome the last rending sighs,
When these aching heart-strings shall break,
When death shall extinguish these eyes,
And moisten with dew the pale cheek.
No terror the prospect begets,
I am not mortality's slave;
The sunbeam of life, as it sets,
Leaves a halo of peace on the grave."
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