Anglican Music: Shopping for a Christmas descant
A very interesting blog post about the search for a descant to go with The First Noel.
"Finding the right descant proved a lot harder than it looked -- both in terms of what is free on the Internet and also in terms of the lack of consensus."
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
1 Corinthians Thirteen the Christmas Version
If I Say Merry Christmas but don’t…-1 Corinthians 13 Christmas Version | Presenttruth.com
If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls,
but do not show love to my family, I’m just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime,
but do not show love to my family, I’m just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity,
but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn’t envy another’s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.
Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can’t.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails. Video games will break, pictures will fade, clothes will be worn out, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.
If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls,
but do not show love to my family, I’m just another decorator.
If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime,
but do not show love to my family, I’m just another cook.
If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity,
but do not show love to my family, it profits me nothing.
If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.
Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.
Love doesn’t envy another’s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.
Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.
Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can’t.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails. Video games will break, pictures will fade, clothes will be worn out, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
HYMNS vs PRAISE SONGS
Old farmer Joe went to the city one weekend and attended the big city church. When he came home his wife, Martha, asked him what it was like.
"Well," said Joe, "it was good. But they did something different. They sang praise songs instead of hymns."
"Praise songs?" asked Martha. "What are they like?"
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like hymns, only different."
"Well what's the difference?"
"Well, it's like this. If I were to say to you,
"Martha, the cows are in the corn," - well that would be a hymn.
But if I were to say to you,
"Martha, Martha, Martha, Oh Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA,
The cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows,
the white cows, the black-and-white cows, the COWS, COWS, COWS,
Are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn,
The CORN, CORN, CORN."
Then if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well, that would be a praise song."
The next weekend, Joe's nephew, a young, new Christian lad from the city, came to visit his Uncle Joe and Aunt Martha. He attended their local church in the small town. When he returned home, his mother asked him about the country church.
"Well," said the young man, "it was good. But they did something different. They sang hymns instead of praise songs."
"Hymns? What are they?" asked his mother.
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like praise songs, only different," said the young man.
"Well, what's the difference?
"Well, it's like this. If Uncle Joe were to say to Aunt Martha, "Martha, the cows are in the corn,' well that would be a praise chorus. But if he were to say to her:
"Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry.
Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth.
Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by
To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.
For the way of the animals who can explain?
There is in their heads no shadow of sense,
Hearkenest they in God's sun or His rain,
Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced.
Yea, those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight
Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed
Then goaded by minions of darkness and night
They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed.
So look to the bright shining day by and by
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn
Where no vicious animals make my soul cry
And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn."
"Then if he were to sing only verses one, three and four, and do a key change on the last verse - well, that would be a hymn!"
Source: The endless e-mail forwarding of the web.
"Well," said Joe, "it was good. But they did something different. They sang praise songs instead of hymns."
"Praise songs?" asked Martha. "What are they like?"
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like hymns, only different."
"Well what's the difference?"
"Well, it's like this. If I were to say to you,
"Martha, the cows are in the corn," - well that would be a hymn.
But if I were to say to you,
"Martha, Martha, Martha, Oh Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA,
The cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows,
the white cows, the black-and-white cows, the COWS, COWS, COWS,
Are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn,
The CORN, CORN, CORN."
Then if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well, that would be a praise song."
The next weekend, Joe's nephew, a young, new Christian lad from the city, came to visit his Uncle Joe and Aunt Martha. He attended their local church in the small town. When he returned home, his mother asked him about the country church.
"Well," said the young man, "it was good. But they did something different. They sang hymns instead of praise songs."
"Hymns? What are they?" asked his mother.
"Oh, they're okay. They're sort of like praise songs, only different," said the young man.
"Well, what's the difference?
"Well, it's like this. If Uncle Joe were to say to Aunt Martha, "Martha, the cows are in the corn,' well that would be a praise chorus. But if he were to say to her:
"Oh Martha, dear Martha, hear thou my cry.
Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth.
Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by
To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.
For the way of the animals who can explain?
There is in their heads no shadow of sense,
Hearkenest they in God's sun or His rain,
Unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced.
Yea, those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight
Have broke free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed
Then goaded by minions of darkness and night
They all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed.
So look to the bright shining day by and by
Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn
Where no vicious animals make my soul cry
And I no longer see those foul cows in the corn."
"Then if he were to sing only verses one, three and four, and do a key change on the last verse - well, that would be a hymn!"
Source: The endless e-mail forwarding of the web.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Descant by R.E.Miller - CROWN HIM WITH MANY CROWNS - Hymn Descant sheet music - 8notes.com
Descant by R.E.Miller - CROWN HIM WITH MANY CROWNS - Hymn Descant sheet music - 8notes.com A great sounding descant. View the sheet music as it plays in Scorch, then adjust the key signature and print!
Music Improves Brain Function | LiveScience
Music Improves Brain Function | LiveScience Researchers examine how the brain experiences and benefits from musical training.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE HYMNAL: DESCANT: For All the Saints
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE HYMNAL: DESCANT: For All the Saints
Sine Nomine is the hymn tune setting written by Ralph Vaughan Williams. I have always loved this hymn. It is even better with a descant.
Sine Nomine is the hymn tune setting written by Ralph Vaughan Williams. I have always loved this hymn. It is even better with a descant.
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