While finishing the cataloging of a few more books from the T.Letis collection this afternoon, I came across a few of his church songbooks, including The Psalms and Church Hymnary of the Church of Scotland. The first part of this Scottish songbook is comprised of the “Psalms of David in Metre”, while the second part is “the Church Hymnary” (revised ed. of 1927).
What is interesting about this songbook is that there is no music either for the Psalms or for the hymns, just the lyrics. The hymns are matched with certain meters at the top, so that they can be sung with music. But I love this songbook because the focus is purely on the words.
And so these “hymns” read as poems. And they are not ‘fluff’, but solid in doctrine, breathing the beauty and power of the Bible (at least the ones I have perused). These come from a wide range of the church’s history, including many from the ancient church and from the Reformation and post-Reformation periods.
I noticed that Dr.Letis has placed highlighted asterisks by a few of these hymns, and so I thought today I would reference those. I hope you too catch the beauty and power of these poems of the church. These are both found in the section “Worship-Evening”, and you will see why. Appropriate as the day closes.
Hail, gladdening Light, of His pure glory pour’d
Who is the immortal Father, heavenly, blest,
Holiest of Holies, Jesus Christ, our Lord!
Now we are come to the sun’s hour of rest,
The lights of evening round us shine,
We hymn the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit Divine.
Worthiest art Thou at all times to be sung
With undefiled tongue,
Son of our God, Giver of life, alone:
Therefore in all the world Thy glories, Lord, they own.
-4th century; tr. by John Keble, 1792-1866.
The duteous day now closeth,
Each flower and tree reposeth
Shade creeps o’er wild and wood:
Let us, as night is falling,
On God our Maker calling,
Give thanks to Him, the Giver good.
Now all the heavenly splendour
Breaks forth in starlight tender
From myriad worlds unknown;
And man, the marvel seeing,
Forgets his selfish being,
For joy of beauty not his own.
His care he drowneth yonder,
Lost in the abyss of wonder;
To heaven his soul doth steal:
This life he disesteemeth,
The day it is that dreameth,
That doth from truth his vision seal.
Awhile his mortal blindness
May miss God’s loving-kindness,
And grope in faithless strife:
But, when life’s day is over
Shall death’s fair night discover
The fields of everlasting life.
–Yattendon Hymnal, No.83, 1899; based on Paul Gerhardt, 1607-76.