Quotes About Hymn

At four lines, with the quatrain, we reach the basic stanza form familiar from a whole range of English poetic practice. This is the length of the ballad stanza, the verse of a hymn, and innumerable other kinds of verse.

Singing a worship song is not necessarily worship, and neither is writing a check. But when the heart engages in a meaningful way through a praise song or a hymn, it becomes more than just singing. And when the heart engages through a gift that matters, it becomes more than just writing a check.

Para ser traducida por la voz, así como para ser comprendida, la poesía exige una religiosa atención. Ha de crearse entre el lector y el auditorio una íntima complicidad, sin la cual no se produce la comunicación eléctrica de los sentimientos. Si falta esta comunión de las almas, el poeta se encuentra en la misma situación que un ángel que tratara de entonar un himno celestial en medio de las risas burlonas del infierno.

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!

I'll sing to You Lord a hymn of love for Your faithfulness to me. I'm carried in everlasting arms. You'll never let me go through it all.

All of this while I left lifted by a strange new medium, a strange element--I now tell you that I was newly buoyant in a brighter life. In the midst of a hymn, God had disappeared. It was like waking from a nightmare in which I'd been paralyzed. Like discovering that gravity itself had been only a bad dream.

Well, her funeral is over, I hope, and her hymn sung; and our ears shan't be tortured with that discord and jargon. It has made me nervous. Sit down here, beside me; sit close; hold my hand; press it hard-hard-harder.

listen carnales listen to the hymn of it, the lie of it, the prayer of it, the voices singing our names: listen it's our story, it's our song

A person's faith goes at its own pace. The trouble with church is the service. A service is conducted for a mass audience. Just when I start to like the hymn, everyone plops down to pray. Just when I start to hear the prayer, everyone pops up to sing. And what does the stupid sermon have to do with God? Who knows what God thinks of current events? Who cares?

Since we possess its hymn, engraved on our hearts in its entirety, there is no need of any woman to repeat the opening lines, potent with the admiration which her beauty inspires, for us to remember all that follows.

Your accord and harmonious love is a hymn to Jesus Christ...in perfect harmony, and taking your pitch from God, you may sing in unison and in one voice to the Father through Jesus Christ.

In the hymn the savior uses aretalogical self-predications ("I am" statements) to describe his—or her—multiple appearances in the world.

Only in the eleventh century was the staff of parallel horizontal lines invented to indicate pitch. At the same time the notes were named ut, re, mi, fa, so, la, from the opening syllables of the successive lines of a familiar hymn: Ut queant laxis / Resonare fibris. . .

There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light.

Rather than get our astronomy with the help of a comic primer of astronomy, it were better to be ignorant with the children whose knowledge went no further than the nursery rhyme, whose hymn to the star was on the note of "how I wonder what you are."

We all have a song. A song comes spontaneously, expressing joy, loneliness, to dispel fear or exhibit a small triumph. We hardly notice we are forming them, as we sing them, often alone, half to ourselves. It is finding the words within that leads us to sing. It might be a hymn, a shard of rebellion, or a teenage prayer.

And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.

And when they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.