Every day is Paul Gerhardt day...

So you've had a good day.

You unexpectedly heard your favorite song while you were driving to a long work shift, and it brightened your day.
Someone gave you a card with some words of encouragement - you're not really sure how they knew - and you feel loved.
You got a call saying you had the day off of work or school.
Someone you like paid attention to you - a Facebook like, a spontaneous conversation, offering to help you out.
You were honored for an accomplishment - excelling at school or work, completing a big project, or simply being appreciated.
You aced that paper you worried about.
Something special you've waited for just came in the mail, and it's better than you thought.
You nailed that performance.  Everything was flawless.
Someone told you that you looked beautiful.

So, you've had a bad day.

Someone you love ignored you, and you don't know why, but it has you deeply worried.
You know a teacher is frustrated with you about an assignment, but yet, it's taking forever to finish and you can't explain.
Nothing in particular has gone wrong, but still, nothing really special has happened today, and it's making you feel down.
You heard someone say something about you behind your back.
You opened up a lot to someone - even though it was hard - and they broke their promise of confidence.
You embarrassed yourself in front of a crowd - in person, or online.
You fought with someone.
You broke up with someone, or they broke up with you (big difference, but equally painful).
You were misunderstood.
You feel lonely.  You know you can reach out to people, but the point is that you wish someone would remember you instead.
You're sick, but you can't take the time to rest, you have to keep at your vocation with what energy you can muster.
Someone close to you has died, and even though you know he or she loved the Lord, their absence has left a hole in your life.

I've been there - and in either situation, there has been an appropriately comforting Paul Gerhardt hymn.  Sometimes the same one, on both ends of the spectrum.

Why?  Why is that?  How can a hymn fit itself to any occasion?

I believe there are certain characteristics to all good or real Lutheran hymns, especially those called the Kernlieder.  This "core" set of hymns encompasses a huge slice of culture from Martin Luther to Elisabeth Cruciger to Thomas Kingo to Johannes Rist.  However, we can talk about a certain unique style of hymnody as laid out in one early prolific poet, Paul Gerhardt.  Luther's job in hymnody involved "setting the stage," after all, congregationally-led worship services were new and a basic layer of hymns needed to be planted.

The next generation, the group that grew up singing these hymns, were then free to build upon them, spreading a new layer of groundwork.  In much the same way that the Orthodox theologians pieced Luther's theology into loci, the hymnwriters furthered their field in applying their own situation in life to the truths expressed in Scripture.  To be sure, there is a "personal" quality to the hymns of Luther - he is a deeply psychological figure for the pre-psychological era.  However, the Gerhardt era of hymnody expanded upon this to include devotional poetry, even before Pietism came to prominence.

Here are a few characteristics of Paul Gerhardt's hymns which become the signature, all-occasion style of Lutheran hymnody:

- They are real, because they embrace the theology of the cross.  They don't pretend that sin is okay and that God's hidden self is actually punishment.  Sin is bad.  God is still good.
- Earthly treasure doesn't comfort, but the treasures laid up for us in heaven do.  "What is all this life possesses/ But a hand full of sand/ That the heart distresses?" (ELH 377:5).
- They draw comfort from God's actual presence in His Word and Sacrament.
- They look towards eternity.  We're merely passing through the world as travelers - heaven is our real home.
- They speak of law primarily as a "mirror."  This is the Church, so the "curb" function applies more to the kingdom of power.  After the Law reveals our sin, it may be taken as a guide the Christian desires to follow, as a redeemed child of God.
- There's a lot of joyful language - not fluff, but not overly idealistic either.  It is true joy found in the Gospel promises.  I feel like Gerhardt's cheerful tone implies that he is convincing himself to be joyful - laying hold of the comfort found in the means of grace rather than searching inward.  In celebratory times these verses are good reminders for the Christian to thank the Lord.  On difficult days, these point to where true happiness is located.
- They speak to Christ as a faithful Friend, more so than a supreme King. Gerhardt likes to refer to what Christ has done on our behalf, but his hymns for the Christian life stay in the realm of baptized, sanctified life.  Luther's Christology emphasizes the Incarnation and the Resurrection, but Gerhardt's Christology rests beyond it in light of the Ascension.  Because Christ's work on earth is finished, even as He is now present with us, He acts as our Advocate, Defender, and Brother.

"Why Should Cross and Trial Grieve Me" (ELH 377) holds to this standard.  See how many of the above points you can find!  Text here:  https://hymnary.org/hymn/ELH1996/page/649

All in all, when you're experiencing a hard day, the real, cross-centered perspective of Paul Gerhardt is the only one that will provide you comfort.  You can sing hymns about how your struggles with sin and suffering aren't real, but you know that isn't true.  You might also sing about sunshine and springtime and how God must be good because He is smiling on you with earthly blessings.  Again, not true.  You can also find hymns wishing for Christ's presence to heal the hurt and bring peace on earth, but they overlook His presence with us in the means of grace, offering true peace to all who believe in Him.

Gerhardt hymns tell us about reality - real life, real feelings, real hope in Christ for salvation.  They "call the thing what the thing is."  And on a good or bad day, they provide cheer, comfort and reinvigoration to lay hold of this truth, and claim it as our own treasure.

BWV 244: planting the Easter message in unlikely places

The Lord promises that His Word will endure forever (1 Peter 1:25) and that He will leave a remnant to preach and hear the Gospel.  Sometimes God's Word may seem so very hidden in the secularity of modern-day America, especially in our colleges and universities.  The public educational system infused with liberal theology, atheistic morals, Eastern religious philosophy, etc. doesn't appear to welcome or tolerate historic Christianity, particularly as it is viewed through the clear lens of the Reformation.

That's where the choral tradition comes in.  One of the few places where the Gospel has been guarded its place is in the great choral music of the church, now also shared with the classroom and the concert hall for its artistic value and teaching significance.  Singing the liturgical mass settings (based on Scripture, arranged in a Law and Gospel format around the means of grace) as well as the fine chorale settings by J.S. Bach keeps the true message of the cross alive in some very dark places.

 Bach's setting of the St. Matthew Passion (BWV 244) is one of the richest proclamations of the Gospel (in its Christocentric or Lutheran framework) that remains in the public square today.  It not only relates the Passion account from the gospel of Matthew, Picander's libretto calls for additional hymn verses and poetic texts which support the sola principles of the Reformation.

A couple of years ago, I attended a semi-staged performance of the St. Matthew Passion at a state university.  While the choir sang the German text, English subtitles were provided in the program on the screen.  The dramatic movement of the singers onstage also influenced the depiction of the story, and altered the role of the chorus from angry mob to mournful disciples of Christ.  I thought to myself - how else could one go to such as institution and hear the pure Gospel delivered for three hours straight?  Definitely not in the psychology classroom or the biology lab.  The choir still proclaims the Gospel in its best musical apparel long after it has been rejected in other academic disciplines.

Every Holy Week, I try to listen to the entire St. Matthew Passion in its entirety (which, from my perspective, is the most edifying way to take it in).  It considers several themes which, broadcasted from any other part of a college, would be offensive and untolerated:

- All of us, not only the disciples, are those for whom Christ died (1 John 2:2).
- We deserved the punishment Jesus received because of our sins (Is. 53:5).
- We must recognize these sins and repent (Mark 1:15).
- In this life, we endure persecution as Christians facing the devil, the world, and our flesh,  In this way, we share in the sufferings of Christ (1 Peter 4:13).
- Jesus Christ, even in the darkest part of His humiliation, retains His Godhood as well as its divine glory and attributes (the string "halo" around His words).  It is evident that the Man dying on the cross and paying for the sins of the world is God's own Son (Matthew 27:54).
- He is also truly human.  He feels pain and thirst, and does truly bear in His body the sufferings of hell, as well as true abandonment by the Father.  Because of His humanity, He is truly our Mediator (1 Timothy 2:5).
- Because of His sufferings, the Christian is able to look with confidence to Him for comfort in his or her trials (2 Cor. 1:3-4).  Christ died so that we may not be afraid of our own earthly hardships, even death.

Overall, the Lutheran hermeneutics of BWV 244 bring out the "for-you-ness" of the salvation story, the gravity of sin, the "joyful exchange" of Christ's vicarious satisfaction, and the consolation it gives to each believer.

Of course, the Passion ends with Jesus' body being laid in the grave by His sorrowful friends - the resurrection is saved for Easter Sunday.  Yet, new listeners whose hearts have been stirred by the Gospel should be inspired to seek out the conclusion to the story, to which the many chorales and poetic texts have alluded.

Recording:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eU6QEklM4SA

Translation:  http://www.emmanuelmusic.org/notes_translations/translations_cantata/t_bwv244.htm

The Lord's blessings on your Holy Week and Easter celebrations!

Catching stars...

March 11, 2018

There may well be two varieties of people in the world:  those who are aware it is easy to catch a star, and the (unfortunately) greater part that has never tried.  Dear reader, which one are you? 

Some years ago, but not too many, there lived a young man who was very much loved by a young woman.  She would wrap her arm around the young man's shoulder, and lead him with laughter out of their village up to her favorite hill, where they would sit on the grass and daydream.  

“Someday, more than anything I want to collect a star, but I need you by my side to help me," she declared.  "I’ll help you catch one for yourself, too.” 

He laughed and withdrew from her arms.  “Darling, you can’t even touch the stars.  If one could, it would be too costly a venture.”  He gestured to her empty hands and pockets.  “I don’t intend on attempting something so daring, and I think you ought to stay in the village.” 

The young woman sighed, and the gleam in her hazel eyes faded.  Yet, her idea was not entirely extinguished.  He would arrive at the notion that she could - that they could.  Nevertheless, aside from an occasional quarrel, the two were inseparable.  Her zesty-but-perceptive humor balanced with his illuminated sense of wit. The villagers loved them, and they shared many wonderful friends.

One evening, the young man visited and told her, "You are the most beautiful woman in the world.  I want to spend the rest of my life with you."  He kissed her gently, as all of her fears melted away. 

That kiss would be their last.  Five twilights later, the same young man told her, "I don't have any feelings for you."  The final moment had confirmed to him that he did not love her.  Leaving few words trailing after him, he slipped out into the night.

The young woman felt inconsolable.  The people of the village would soon learn of the matter; she could not return as she was.  What to do?  One possibility extended itself:  she could try to obtain a star on her own.  So, she went out to her favorite hill, empty pockets and all, and lifted her face to the brightest star - one that the young man would never approve of her catching.  Then, with trembling fingers, she interlaced them and lifted them into the indigo expanse. 

Much to her awe – it fell directly into her hands!

The young woman jumped in astonishment.  It felt both hot and cold at the same time, similar to peppermint, and as it cooled it turned many colors, which she could see up close.  Each layer glistened as she turned the smooth, irregular shape in her hands.  A smile warmed on her face, and the golden flecks in her olive-green eyes relit.

“I caught a star!” she exclaimed half to herself, half to the village below - but no one was awake, much less near enough, to hear her.

--

During the daylight, the young woman returned to walk about the streets of the village where she lived, going about business as usual.  Her small feet found their way into the old familiar cracks in the road and cobbled paths, but the scenery was different.  People often shyly stepped aside when they saw her approaching; there were rumors that she indeed left to pick things from the sky in the evening.  To ordinary folk, she looked the same as always, but the sheen of stardust on her coarse-but-able hands betrayed her diversion.  Her usual route was now sprinkled with fresh faces and unfamiliar voices.

“Aren’t you the villager here who collects stars?  What’s so special about them, anyhow?”

A few echoed what the young man said.  “Isn’t it expensive to travel into the sky, and pick a star yourself?”

"How can you catch a star?  It's many, many miles away and much too enormous to be held. That's impossible!" exclaimed the resident proponents of practicality.  

“If you’re going to chase such a silly thing, you might as well not do it alone,” chided the young lovers, who were not wholly unsympathetic to her.

Several women chimed in, “Why didn’t you get married, and stay here near the village like we did? You could have done something more important, like raise children.”  The young woman glanced down at her shoes. 

"I think one can raise children and catch the stars," other wives quietly contended.

“I have always loved the stars, but I don’t deserve to hold them,” the young woman told her acquaintances new and old.  “They simply fall into my hand.”  Of course, many refused to believe her. 

“What will you do with all of them once you’re done?” they interrogated.

Well, they were stars; does one craft things with the stars?  “I don’t know,” she replied.  “I- I suppose if I collect enough of them, I could build a palace with them.”

“But, for yourself?” they retorted.  “Why would you build a palace just for yourself?”  They did not know what she meant. 

The new inhabitants of the village did not remember the young man.  They wondered why the young woman shied away from the village dances - for her, merely holding hands with someone unfamiliar reopened all of the memories.  They also could not quite understand the sparkle that the young woman, who seemed to be a native villager, carried with her - even though she did not mind them asking. 

Several well-weathered friends had been out near the heavens at night themselves and possessed a few stars of their own.  When intrigued individuals requested to see the gems, she took out her basket and showed them her trove.  She described in arresting detail all of the colors and peculiarities about them, where they had been, and how she found them.  They also believed her when she told them that gathering the stars was not hard.  Amongst those who also found delight in them, she shared the jewels freely. 

“The others don’t understand,” she sighed, with tears in her eyes.  “It was easy for me.  They simply fell into my hands.  I didn’t do anything at all.”

“We know,” her wiser friends said. 

Her closest companions knew where to find her on the hill, where she waited with her basket to see the new stars appear.  They pointed to the most radiant ones and encouraged her to reach for them.  Yet, no one remained by her side to help.

--

After the incident, the village did not hear very much about the young man.  Rumors grew that he had left the village, and no longer cared for the truths the village sang to one another.  Nevertheless, at an unexpected moment, he came and happened upon the young woman alone in her spot, watching for the newest, most dazzling star to fall.  He had received word about the basket and needed to observe its riches for himself.

There it rested; the tales were true.  He could hardly believe that she had accomplished what she had only dreamed about underneath his arm; much less bear the task alone.  The young woman studied him from beneath her eyelashes.  There was no familiar glisten on his hands as of one who chased the night, no basket of stars of his own.  He had never longed for them in the manner she did, and now his deep carnelian eyes were guarded and cold.  The person who kindly listened to her as she told stories had vanished, and a stranger filled his place.

“Please,” he implored.  “I am sorry for what I said and how I treated you when we were together here before.  Will you let me stay and catch stars with you?  I could even build us a simple, nice house with some of the stars you collected.  We could sell them and buy things that are more important.” 

As he spoke, he looked up at the newest star, shimmering directly over the young woman’s head.  He reached for it, but – as the young woman watched – the star did not fall into his hands.  “Please,” he said.  “I just wish to remain here, with you and your stars.”

“No,” she responded with one word, and that was that.  The young man departed, and he never traveled out to the hill again.  The young woman continued chasing and pursuing the treasures that appeared for her in the night sky – and, by and by, there were two baskets of stars by the palace steps near the hill, with many small hands to help fill them.

Sorting the M&Ms

Dear modern churches of America:  please stop sorting the M&Ms.  

The marks of the church are the use and distribution of the means of grace - preaching God's Word, baptizing, administering Communion, and absolving.  Here, preaching includes music!  Where these things are present, though we can't discern the presence of individual faith, we can say the church is present.  We can say those involved in the direct use of these things are in "ministry."

People who are indirectly or not involved with marks of the church may socialize with other Christians, but this is not a "ministry," and the church should not be obligated to sponsor is as such.  We can say that they are acting vocationally out of Christian love, and if Christian encouragement arises, it is welcome.

The problem is not necessarily that pastoral care is insufficient.  It's that our fractionalized postmodern culture runs away from it.  Are you a 25-year-old young professional female?  Clearly, you should associate as much as possible with the others in your age demographic at your church.  Never mind that the pastor is probably your strongest choice for spiritual counsel.  People - women especially - have this shyness when it comes to associating with the called men in their church, partly because of the role difference between churchmember and pastoral office, partly because society has encouraged them into divisions.  So much for "female empowerment."

Historically, a healthy church has always operated in all its diversity, the whole spectrum of M&Ms.    Young people learn their heritage from the old.  Called men and laymen learn to get along with women (sometimes a little too well; this results in children). Families of different ages and types support each other.    Encouraging people that the means of grace are more effective in private use rather than corporate use, or separating the church for reasons that have nothing to do with its marks, will ultimately draw church members away from a regular use of corporate worship, and trust in their pastor whom God has placed over them to care for them as a flock.

Private gatherings in the name of ministry, with or without the marks of the church actually present, must not supplant or set the standard for the public gathering around the means of grace, over whom a called minister of the Word is placed.  Though officially other "ministries" are seen as a supplement to congregational life, laypeople view them as the main course, which is apparent in how they are relied on.  Don't look down on congregational worship or pastoral care because the diversity - yes, diversity - makes you uncomfortable.  

If you want to be the church, please don't run away from the marks of the church.  

Luther, liberty, and the pursuit of...cookie pizza

My 4th of July dessert seemed to echo the theme of this post...can anyone tell what it's supposed to be?  :)

Martin Luther wrote "On Christian Liberty" a couple hundred years before the United States of America was formed, but Americans today owe him much credit for furthering our modern concept of freedom. John Locke and other early Federalist writers drew the basis for human rights from the ideals of the Reformation, which coincided with Renaissance humanism, launching the modern era of philosophy and liberal arts. To be sure, the believer's spiritual freedom by faith in Christ differs from his freedom in civil affairs. Yet, Luther understood both the distinction and the correlation.

Before the Reformation, feudalism and "group-think" was everywhere. The whole rather than the individual was emphasized, particularly in terms of religion. Education and knowledge was limited to those in power, or who could afford it - the rest were largely subject to the system in which they were born.

Luther entered on the cusp of humanism, a positive and growing concentration on the individual's role in the world. He attended the University of Wittenberg, the first institution in the world to embrace the new method of learning called the "humanities," or liberal arts. People took charge of their own beliefs and ideas, and this internal responsibility led to awareness of their place in culture. Classical literature and languages were esteemed highly, and this study provided a common discussion ground as well as a standard for beauty. We may not consider Luther a true "humanist," but this movement supplied the setting for his worldview.

Luther spoke of the "priesthood of all believers," in which each Christian regardless of social place has spiritual value in Christ, as well as a vocation in which he or she serves others. The children of God by faith are not obligated to earn their way to holiness by good deeds. However, their status as justified sinners motivates them to work freely for the benefit of their neighbor, church, and state.

Because of the Reformation, we Americans may thank the Lord for several blessings of freedom - especially worship, education, and the value of each life. May we continue to thank God for these gracious gifts, and repenting of our undeserving sinful nature, believe in His free gift of salvation.

Anna Hoppe: Thanksgiving Day

November 24, 1929 
Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving Day! My God, what shall I say
To voice the thoughts that rise within my heart? 
How shall Thy loving kindness I portray,
The streams of love Thy mercy doth impart? 
Can humble words add to the message clear 
That sun and moon and stars and nature tell? 
The autumn blooms in praise their petals rear, 
The harvest-­‐fields in adoration swell.

Thanksgiving Day! O gracious Father mine, 
The tear-­‐drops fall when on Thy love I dwell, 
All that I am and have it only Thine,
Safe in Thy hands I know that all is well.
For home and friends, for bread and raiment now 
My prayer of thanks arises to Thy throne,
For strength to labor in the sweat of brow,
For peaceful slumber when the day is done.

Thanksgiving Day! Not only for the sweet,
But for the wormwood let my thanks arise.
My heart would psalms of grateful praise repeat 
For clouded days, as well as sunny skies.
Thy fruitful soil needs winds and showers too,
No sheaves of grain spring forth from desert-­‐lands. 
Thy rainbow still, in rays of glorious hue

Assures me that Thy cov’nant firmly stands.

Thanksgiving Day! For all Thy wealth of good, 
For gifts unnumbered, for Thy grace divine,
For all the mercies of Thy Fatherhood
I laud and bless Thee, gracious Father mine! 
Thou knowest well the path that leads me Home, 
In light and shadow hold my hand, I pray; 
Without Thy guidance I would vainly roam
And miss the landmarks to the realms of day.

Thanksgiving Day! I thank Thee for Thy Son, 
The Christ Who died for me on Calv’ry’s hill. 
His precious Blood complete redemption won, 
Now at Thy throne He pleadeth for me still. 
Thy Perfect Gift! Forgiveness, peace, and rest, 
The sweet assurance of eternal bliss
Are mine in Him, the loveliest, and best,
My One and All, what need I more than this?

Thanksgiving Day! I thank Thee for Thy Word, 
That beams more brightly than the sun and noon, 
And for the promptings of Thy Spirit, heard 
When in the stillness I with Thee commune.
Thy gifts in streams abound and overflow.
As Thy dear child thus let me give, I pray.
That other hearts Thy saving grace may know 
Make all my life a blest Thanksgiving Day!

Anna Hoppe.
Anna Hoppe, “Thanksgiving Day,” Northwestern Lutheran XVI, no. 24 (November 24, 1929): 369. 

Isn't that a beautiful collection of thoughts?  Anna brings up many good and gracious gifts of God which we do so often overlook (I know I do), but are most deserving of praise.  

For myself this past year, just considering all that has happened should indeed overwhelm me with praise and thanks.

- Right after the new year, I took the GRE and passed - Verbal 157/Quantitative 146.  Just right for my PhD application!
- I completed my Master of Arts in Lutheran Theological Studies thesis - 864 pages long.  The essay itself was perhaps one-tenth that size; the rest hymns I retyped.  It was successfully defended and passed in April.
- My PhD in Historical Theology application was accepted, much to my disbelief!  I found out while on the phone with my mom, clicking the "refresh" button on my application status webpage.  In a split-second, it changed from "pending" to "accepted."  Naturally, I lost it...
- I graduated in May with my MA degree.  GPA:  3.41.
- In June, I completed my Master of Church Music thesis, submitted it, and successfully performed my organ recital.  GPA:  3.72.  
- I obtained several new jobs as accompanist for vocal/ instrumental music and dance.  
- With the help of my MCM advisor, my MA thesis was accepted to be published!  It will be printed in 2017.
- I passed comprehensive exams for my MCM degree! Graduation will take place in December.  

What shall I render to the Lord, for all His benefits toward me?  I will take up the cup of salvation, And call upon the name of the Lord. I will pay my vows to the LordNow in the presence of all His people.  Psalm 116:12-14

Anna Hoppe: "O Come, Let Us Sing Unto The Lord"

I'd like to share with you all possibly my favorite Anna Hoppe hymn (though it is so hard to select just one!).  Considering the poetic offerings of women such as Anna is an important aspect of history.  The fact that her hymns are doctrinally comprehensive, but nonetheless energetic, states something significant about parish education in her day.

Confessions of faith in verse, though they may seem to belong only to practical theology, might be the closest women come to doctrinal writing.  But that's a discussion for another day.  Hope you enjoy this hymn as much as I do!

November 2, 1924

“O Come, Let Us Sing Unto The Lord”

1524 - - - 1924

“But be filled with the Spirit, speaking to yourselves in psalms, and hymns, and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord, giving thanks always for all things unto God, and the Father, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.”  Ephesians 5:18-20. 

O Triune God of Glory,

Unnumbered legions sing Thy praise,

And bow in awe before Thee,

To laud Thy Name, Ancient of Days!

The hosts by thee created,

The bright angelic choirs,

With holy joy elated,

Tune their celestial lyres,

And sing Thee songs eternal,

While sweet-strained harps of gold

Flood Salem’s realm supernal

With melodies untold.

Beyond the pearly portals

Cherub and Seraph raise the strain,

With glorified immortals.

How could earth mute and still remain?

Ah no, since dawned creation,

Thy creatures here below

Have sung of Thy salvation

Who lovest mankind so!

With cymbal, harp, and psalter

Thy chosen Israel

Drew near Thy Temple’s altar,

O blest Immanuel!

Glad Miriam glorified Thee (Ex. 15:20)

In hymns of sweet, melodious flow.

There is no God beside Thee!

All vain the boast of Pharaoh!

And Zion’s loyal daughters

Joined in the triumph-strain.

Beneath Egyptian waters

The scattered foes lay slain!

Thy Moses would adore Thee (Ex. 15)

In praise-filled anthem strong;

Deborah gave Thee glory (Judges 5)

In sweetest choral-song.

In holy fervor singing,

Hannah of grace divine could tell!  (1 Sam 2.)

With praise her heart was ringing

For Thy love’s gift, her Samuel!

Down through the generations

Sweet hymns of praise and prayer,

And holy jubilations

Soared to the regions where

Thy wondrous glory dwelleth!

O gracious God of Love,

The tidings Zion telleth

Thy boundless mercy prove.

And David, king anointed,

The psalmist after Thine Own heart,

In moments, Heav’n-appointed,

The sweetest solace could impart.

In song Thy grace confessing

Toward man with sin defiled;

In psalms Thy kindness blessing,

Thy love’s compassion mild.

His harp to Thee would render

The sweetest harmonies,

And to Thy glory tender

Divinest melodies!

Down through the by-gone ages

Resounds the Song of Solomon,

And Scripture’s hallowed pages

Reveal in song what Thou hast done

Thy people to deliver

From sin, and hell, and death,

Through Thy dear Son, our Savior,

The Christ of Nazareth!

Thy Simeon and Anna

Praised Thee in sweet accord,

The children’s glad Hosanna

Thy glorious Name adored!

The song of Virgin Mother (Luke 1:46-55)

Thy boundless love and mercy praised.

No earth-born din could smother

The voice glad Zacharias raised (Luke 1:68-79)

To Thee in adoration!

How sweet the strains came forth,

When Jesus, our Salvation,

In song proclaimed the worth

Of faith in Thee, dear Father,

With His beloved Own!  (Mark 14:26)

When saints in worship gather

Sweet anthems reach Thy throne.

When Nero’s hosts decried Thee

With persecution’s hell-born wrongs,

Thy Zion glorified Thee

In psalms, and hymns, and sacred songs! (Col. 3:16)

Upon Thy Word relying,

Thy Church braved fire and sword,

Triumphant martyrs, dying,

Sang praise to Thee, dear Lord!

And magnified the Savior

Who bought them with His Blood!

Now, crowned with life, forever

Thy glorious grace they laud!

The songs of Luther blended

With Seraphim’s celestial strain,

And Gerhardt’s hymns ascended

Like incense sweet to Thy domain!

Sweet anthems, Spirit-given,

Still reach Thy throne to-day,

As on the path to Heaven

Thy Zion wends her way.

Saved by Thy grace in Jesus,

Clothed in His righteousness,

Cleansed by His Blood so precious

Thy mercy she doth bless.

Accept while here we wander,

O God of Love, our hymns of praise,

Till in the Homeland yonder

The song of victory we raise.

O glorious consummation,

Perfected, glorified,

Our hymns of adoration

Shall laud the Lamb Who died,

The risen, mighty Savior,

Our glorious Lord and King!

Forever and forever

The Heav’ns with song shall ring!

                                                                                          Anna Hoppe.

(Penned in commemoration of the Quadricentennial of the first congregational Hymnal in Christendom, published at Wittenberg, Germany in 1524.)

Anna Hoppe, “O Come, Let Us Sing Unto The Lord,” Northwestern Lutheran XI, no. 22 (November 2, 1924):  337.