[Tax-chick]

Some people seem to think that choosing to sneer at another person’s expression of devotion is some sort of theological argument. It is not. It is simply a disrespectful expression of personal opinion, intended to elevate oneself others.

You can say a song is “a hormonal teenager’s craving for a boyfriend,” or something like that ... or you can say it expresses a vulnerable soul’s yearning for intimate union with her Lord and Savior, friend and brother.

You understand Spanish, don’t you? My group does this song with guitar (the horror!), but the Other Guy in our Spanish music program does this arrangement with keyboard.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tR7iRSznVw

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

A way of being snooty under guise of... I am not sure what! :^\
That is a lovely song and inspired me to look up some of the music I grew up singing. Usually we sang with guitar, drum and other rhythm instruments (Eeeek!) maybe an accordion if the church was a larger one or it was a conference of several churches.

[NoCmpromiz]

does this arrangement with keyboard.

Hey... What's wrong with doing it on keyboard?? ;-)

But, I'm no good at unraveling spoken Spanish so I lost a lot in translation..

You know I could go on for a while about music and especially Church music but many times when I find myself involved in a discussion about the contemporary versus the "Olde Hymns" I bring up a story about a teenager who complained to his father (a Deacon) that the church music was monotonous. His father snapped back, 'All right young man, you give us something better...'

So he did. And it was radical stuff for the church at the time.

One of his songs went like this:

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o’er His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Contemporary to the church of Isaac Watts time is now Olde..

You need to know I have an arrangement that uses this in combination with a more modern song... ;-)