Tonight's church service ended with 'Be Thou My Vision' accompanied by the bodhrán.
Standing in a sparse Irish Presbyterian Church, with dour faced Presbyterians belting out lines like "Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all" is just something very cool, in an old fashioned sort of a way. Good nights like this, when we sing proper songs, remind me of what's good about Irish Presbyterianism, and about Presbyterianism in general (and that I might like to read 'A River Runs Through It' again...).
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I love all the old hymns too. We rarely sing anything beyond 1880 in church. With an old, old organ, I love our services. So very….calming.
lucky ducks, the church I grew up in was full of tone-deaf older ladies and the hymns are rather painful to hear. I think that’s why I associate all church music with tuneless screaching… (It really is that bad, we were there for Christmas and nothing’s changed).