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Thursday, September 29, 2011

Hark! The Church Proclaims Her Honor

Here's a hymn we had never seen, and quite like. It sounds like the sort of thing many of us need to hear after the council meeting gone wrong, or the synod assembly gone long.

It was written by Samuel Preiswerk, translated by Catherine Winkworth. (CyberHymnal proposes singing it to Lobe den Herrn, although we think that may be a mistake.)

Hark, the Church proclaims her honor,
And her strength is only this:
God hath laid His choice upon her,
And the work she doth is His.

He His Church hath firmly founded,
He will guard what He began;
We, by sin and foes surrounded,
Build her bulwarks as we can.

Frail and fleeting are our powers,
Short our days, our foresight dim,
And we own the choice not ours,
We are chosen first by Him.

Onward, then! For naught despairing,
Calm we follow at His word,
Thus through joy and sorrow bearing
Faithful witness to our Lord.

Tho’ we here must strive in weakness,
Though in tears we often bend,
What His might began in meekness
Shall achieve a glorious end.


Anonymous said...

CyberHymnal is referring to Lobt den Herrn, from J.F. Naue's 1829 hymnal, rather than the better known Lobe den Herren. Neither of which should be confused with Crüger's Lobet den Herren, Alle.

Rathbun (In the Cross of Christ I Glory) would work well with this. It could also be set to Michael Weisse's Freuen Wir Uns All in Ein.


Father Anonymous said...

Hah! And here I thought it was a typo. Thanks.