I heard the bells on Christmas day
I heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweet,The words repeatOf peace on earth, good will to men.
I thought how, as the day had come,The belfries of all ChristendomHad rolled alongThe unbroken songOf peace on earth, good will to men.
Till ringing, singing, on it's way,The world revolved from night to day,A voice, a chimeA chant sublimeOf peace on earth good will to men.
Then from each black, accursed mouthThe cannon thundered in the southAnd with the soundThe carols drowned
Of peace on earth good will to men.
It was as if an earthquake rentThe hearthstones of a continentand made forlornThe households bornOf peace on earth good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head"There is no peace on earth," I said,"For hate is strongand mocks the songOf peace on earth, good will to men."
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;The wrong shall fail,the right prevailWith peace on earth, good will to men."
Longfellow's poem was written of a very specific period in time; it covered the start, dark and uncertain middle, and the hope of the end of America's Civil War. It was a poem made obsolete within a year of its writing. The 1872 revision universalized Longfellow's concerns, and in it's revision, change uncertainty to surity. Notice the replacement of the third stanza to the last - The world HAS spun from night to day - uncertainty is gone: we live in brighter times, with doubt banished.
I heard the bells on Christmas dayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweet the words repeatOf peace on earth, good will to men.
I thought how, as the day had come,The belfries of all ChristendomHad rolled along th' unbroken songOf peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head"There is no peace on earth," I said,"For hate is strong and mocks the songOf peace on earth, good will to men."
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;The wrong shall fail, the right prevailWith peace on earth, good will to men."
Till ringing, singing, on it's way,The world revolved from night to day,a voice, a chimeA chant sublimeOf peace on earth good will to men.
― Alex Tadry in Slovenia, Saturday, 30 April 2005 09:28 (twenty-one years ago)
Brother Ken brought his kids with himThe three from his first wife LynnAnd the two identical twins from his second wife Mary NellOf course he brought his new wife KayWho talks all about AAChain smoking while the stereo plays Noel, NoelThe First Noel
Carve the turkeyTurn the ballgame onMix margaritas when the eggnog's goneSend somebody to the Quickpak storeWe need some ice and an extension cordA can of bean dip and some Diet RitesA box of tampons and some Marlboro LightsHallelujah, everybody say CheeseMerry Christmas from the family
Fred and Rita drove from HarlingenI can't remember how I'm kin to themBut when they tried to plug their motor home inThey blew our Christmas lightsCousin David knew just what went wrongSo we all waited out on our front lawnHe threw a breaker and the lights came onAnd we sang Silent Night, Oh Silent Night
Carve the turkey turn the ballgame onMake Bloody Marys Cause we all want oneSend somebody to the Stop 'N GoWe need some celery and a can of fake snowA bag of lemons and some Diet SpritesA box of tampons and some Salem LightsHallelujah, everybody say cheeseMerry Christmas from the Family
Feliz Navidad
― Rickey Wright (Rrrickey), Saturday, 30 April 2005 13:55 (twenty-one years ago)
My favorite traditional one: "I Saw Three Ships"My favorite contemporary: the original "Do They Know It's Christmas?" (which should have never been remade, IMHO)
― Goodbye Indian Summer (Dee the Lurker), Saturday, 30 April 2005 14:50 (twenty-one years ago)
My favourite hymn is perhaps Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silent for the weird minor modal stuff. Or Even Brother David's Air. Or, if I'm in a triumphal mood, then Hail Thee Festival Day, the all-purpose procession hymn for every High Holy Day of Obligation.
― Lapdog Shoesnog (kate), Saturday, 30 April 2005 14:59 (twenty-one years ago)
On the traditional tip, "O Holy Night."
― Rickey Wright (Rrrickey), Saturday, 30 April 2005 21:55 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Saturday, 30 April 2005 21:59 (twenty-one years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Saturday, 30 April 2005 22:04 (twenty-one years ago)
In the grave they laid him, love whom men had slain,Thinking that never he would wake again.Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen:Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green,
Forth he came at Easter, like the risen grain,He that for three days in the grave had lain.Quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen:Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green.
When our hearts are wintry, grieving, or in pain,Thy touch can call us back to life again;Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:Love is come again, like wheat that springeth green."
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Saturday, 30 April 2005 22:06 (twenty-one years ago)
J.M.C. Crum wrote this text to be combined with the French carol melody Noël Nouvelet, sometimes referred to by the name French Carol. This tune was also used by the famous French organ composer Marcel Dupré for his Variations on a Noel.
Crum was born at Mere Old Hall, Cheshire, England on Oct. 12, 1872 and died at Farnham, Surrey, England, on Dec. 19, 1958. During his life, Crum was highly active in the Church of England. After his education at Eton and New College in Oxford, Crum became the chaplain to Francis Paget, the Bishop of Oxford; assistant curate at Windsore; vicar of Mentmore; and finally canon at Canterbury from 1929 to 1943.
While serving the church, Crum worked in a variety of theological areas. He wrote on biblical and architectural topics, as well as studying historical works and writing children's books.
http://www.reporterinteractive.org/news/041305/hy041305.htm
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Saturday, 30 April 2005 22:09 (twenty-one years ago)
Favourite hymns: Jerusalem, if you can call it a hymn.* I Vow To Thee, My Country has horrible nasty nationalistic words but sounds good because when Holst was commissioned to write the tune, he couldn't be arsed and just reused the melody from Jupiter. In general, though, the best hymn-tunes are all pre-classical - 19th century ones and later are just too formulaic in their harmonies.
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 1 May 2005 06:51 (twenty years ago)
* it's in Hymns Ancient And Modern, in the "National" section.
― caitlin (caitlin), Sunday, 1 May 2005 06:53 (twenty years ago)
― anthony, Sunday, 1 May 2005 07:42 (twenty years ago)
It's difficult to choose just one favourite hymn - I'm very fond of "Dear Lord and Father of Mankind", "The Day Thou Gavest Lord Is Ended", "At The Name Of Jesus, Every Knee Shall Bow", and you really can't beat a stadium full of Welsh rugby fans belting out "Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah".
― C J (C J), Sunday, 1 May 2005 14:59 (twenty years ago)
― Maria (Maria), Sunday, 1 May 2005 16:44 (twenty years ago)
― JTS, Sunday, 1 May 2005 22:49 (twenty years ago)
― Sundar (sundar), Sunday, 1 May 2005 22:51 (twenty years ago)
― Maria (Maria), Sunday, 1 May 2005 23:27 (twenty years ago)
― Christie Flavor, Wednesday, 16 November 2005 17:56 (twenty years ago)
― bingo (Chris V), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 17:56 (twenty years ago)
― luna (luna.c), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 18:04 (twenty years ago)
― andrew m. (andrewmorgan), Wednesday, 16 November 2005 18:15 (twenty years ago)
I never knew Sibelius wrote this (the music anyway)!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZoHWVPlolI
Very unusual lyrics, though I gather the original actually was nationalistic? If only. . .
― _Rudipherous_, Friday, 3 December 2010 06:38 (fifteen years ago)
Anybody know other denominations have this in their hymnal besides the Methodist church?
― _Rudipherous_, Friday, 3 December 2010 06:40 (fifteen years ago)
(missing that)
Oh wait I didn't look at this thread very closely--where's the general hymn thread?
IN DULCI JUBILO
― Jack BS, Friday, 3 December 2010 09:24 (fifteen years ago)
There's no general "your favourite hymn" thread but I've been haunted by this all week:
1. We lay our broken worldin sorrow at your feet,haunted by hunger, war and fear,oppressed by power and hate.
2. Here human life seems lessthan profit, might and pride,though to unite us all in you,you lived and loved and died.
3. We bring our broken towns,our neighbours hurt and bruised;you show us how old pain and woundsfor new life can be used.
4. We bring our broken loves,friends parted, families torn;then in your life and death we seethat love must be reborn.
― flamboyant goon tie included, Friday, 27 September 2013 16:29 (twelve years ago)
5. We bring our broken hopesfor lives of dignity;workless and overworked, you loveand call us to be free.
6. We bring our broken selves,confused and closed and tired;then through your gift of healing gracenew purpose is inspired.
7. Come fill us, fire of God,our life and strength renew;find in us love, and hope, and trust,and lift us up to you.
― flamboyant goon tie included, Friday, 27 September 2013 16:36 (twelve years ago)