Quotes About Hymn

I know at my church a lot of the times we sung from hymn books and as we got older we started to change with time. I can honestly say that I was never influenced to write for the church.

DETCHANT (n.) That part of a hymn (usually a few notes at the end of a verse) where the tune goes so high or low that you suddenly have to change octaves to accommodate it.

For, alone of gods, Death loves not gifts; no, not by sacrifice, nor by libation, canst thou aught avail with him; he hath no altar nor hath he hymn of praise; from him, alone of gods, Persuasion stands aloof.

it's a hymn of the heretic, a piyut [liturgical poem] of a modern, doubtful person.

The recessional of "Amazing Grace" was familiar to all. John Newton had written the hymn, and I wondered how many people in the church knew that he'd been a slave-ship captain before realizing the error of his ways and becoming an abolitionist.

Men would bless you or curse you; The curse, a protest against failure, The blessing, a hymn of the hunter Who comes back from the hills With provision for his mate.

The rustling of the leaves is like a low hymn to nature.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!

When my mother finally sang it was not just a hymn she offered, it was consummate comfort. She sang slowly and richly and delivered the heart of that great spiritual as if she was delivering heaven itself and her face was beautiful and full of peace. I shut my eyes and her voice reached out to wipe away my tears and enfold my heart and assure me absolutely that Bobby Cole was being carried home.

O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer's praise, the glories of my God and King, the triumphs of his grace!

Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, with ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear...

It still had that wonderful smell that old churches have: part damp, part old hymn books, and the lingering scent of burned-out candles.

Wherever I found religion in my life I found strife, the attempt of one individual or group to rule another in the name of God. The naked will to power seemed always to walk in the wake of a hymn.

Prayer is a cry of distress a demand for help a hymn of love.

'Tis strange that death should sing.I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death.

'Hymn for the Weekend' mixes cultural and religious practices, commodifying them into a banal but beautiful message of imagined solidarity.

That is the attitude we need today. That is the "Battle Hymn of the Republic": the soldiers who sang that they would die to make men free.

He quotes an ancient Vedic hymn: " 'May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul … Or go to the waters if it suits thee there,' " Finch finishes." "As he (the sheriff) talks, I lie back against the ground, the blanket wrapped around me, and say to the sky, "May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul.… You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

The curtain fell on an apotheosis, wherein the cuckolds' chorus knelt and sang a hymn of gratitude to Venus, who stood there with smiling lips, her stature enhanced by her sovereign nudity.

Some though Dad was irreverent--that he was not respectful enough. Once, a visiting preacher concluded his sermon by yelling to everyone that all the televisions should be thrown into the river, all the stereos and radios should be thrown into the river, and all the miniskirts and bikinis should be thrown into the river. When he finally sat down, Dad approached the pulpit and said, "Please rise and join me now in singing hymn number 481, 'Shall We Gather at the River.

I absolutely agree with you, but unfortunately the Bishop doesn't. He has found a new hymn by a religious Atheist beginning: 'O God, although Thou art not there, Men sing to Thee as if Thou were,

So the good people maintained the illusion of democracy and wrote another hymn to America. They sang loud enough to drown out dissent. They sang loud enough to overpower their own doubts. There were no plaques to commemorate mistakes.

A Hank Cochran song in the studio is spiritual. It's like singing a hymn in a church.

In a long meter hymn, a singer - they call it 'lays out a line.' And then the whole church joins in in repeating that line. And they form a wall of harmony so tight, you can't wedge a pin between it.