I have very decided views and opinions about contemporary Christian music and Gospel songs versus the old hymns that have stood the test of generations. Music is an emotional issue with all of us, and among other things, we are influenced by memories attached to music.
I have a lot of memories of CCM and Gospel music, but nothing feeds me and communicates as deeply with me as the old, rich words of the hymns.
This evening I came to one of my favorites:
The day Thou gavest, Lord, has ended:
The darkness falls at Thy behest;
To Thee our morning hymns ascended;
Thy praise shall sanctify our rest.
(My favourite verse, as I live on an island)
As o’er each continent and island
The dawn leads on another day,
The voice of prayer is never silent
Nor dies the strain of praise away.
The sun that bids us rest is waking
Our brethren ‘neath the western sky,
And hour by hour fresh lips are making
Thy wondrous doings heard on high.
So be it, Lord: Thy throne shall never,
Like earth’s proud empires, pass away;
Thy kingdom stands, and grows forever
Till all Thy creatures own Thy sway.
The first time I heard this was when the nuns sang it at Vespers once when we visited the convent at Mount Melloray. The flowing tune captivated me and then I found the words equally beautiful. It’s like a hymn and lullaby simultaneously.