No clue. When I sang* in our choir, we sang "Pange Lingua" and instead of the bells, the wooden object was sounded. Monsignor, God rest him, used to take his time, and we would run out of verses and sing again! Those definitely were the (beautiful) days!
*If you could call it that!
9 posted on 06/06/2015 12:50:08 PM PDT by Grateful2God
(Because no word shall be impossible with God. And Mary said: Behold the handmaid of the Lord...)