My Hymnals

I have this hymnal collection.  It has come to me in bits and pieces.  Some from churches I’ve attended… new song books came along, and we all got to take an old one home.  Some from Nana’s piano bench.  Some from childhood.  They’re all beautiful, and they hold the words and notes of the music I cherish.

I’ve been to the nursing home this week, singing with others from our church.  The young boys were passing hymnals out to the residents who had gathered so we could all sing together.  Although we all have books in hand, we really don’t need them.  “The Old Rugged Cross” and “I’ll Fly Away” are etched beautifully on our hearts.  And so I look around the room as we sing, and we smile at one another… the “old folks” and I.  What a bond.

A few Sunday nights back, I was sitting by one of my little friends at church.   We were singing along, “For Your name is great, and greatly to be praised.”   If you don’t know it… it’s a beautiful melody, and is sung slowly.  This little child is new to reading, and her tiny index finger was following along below the words.  Plenty of time to read and grasp each word as we came to it.  What a moment to cherish… and cherish it I did!

The old hymns, the new ones… I love them all.  My antique hymnals are precious to me, but so is my brand new bright blue book.  We’re singers, G and me and our family.  We will sing until we can’t sing another note.  We sing hymns driving down the road and anytime day or night.  We sing at family gatherings.  We sing to rejoice, and we sing to make it through the hard times.

I say ‘thank you’ to the hymn writers of ages past and current.  You have given us an incredible common thread that runs through our lives, around the world, and through the centuries.  What a privilege to own the books and sing the songs.

6 Responses to “My Hymnals”

  1. Marcea Clive says:

    I have a collection, too, but probably not as large as yours. Don’t you just love looking through the old yellow pages of the old paper backed ones. There is nothing like the old gospel music.

  2. Sandy says:

    I love the lyrics of the old hymns!!

  3. lawanda calton says:

    I think I grew up hearing Bringing in the Sheaves on the piano. Nana loved that and played it everyday along with her other musical favorites. Thanks for the memory! mama

  4. Sandy says:

    And I sang “Bringing in the Sheaves” for Nana’s funeral. I loved hearing her play “Beyond the Sunset”.

  5. M. Sue Moore says:

    My first memory of actually recognizing words is from standing in a small chruch building, singing a hymn. What a thrill it was to make that connection. You had a unique experience sitting by that beautiful child…and that child with you.

  6. Sandy says:

    What a grand memory!!

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