The Joy of Hymnals

I recently started playing piano for Wednesday night and some Sunday services at my little Free Will Baptist Church.  My church has about thirty or forty attendees on a good Sunday morning, so it’s slim pickings for pianists.

The little old lady who had been playing is very feeble, and she managed to miss more accidentals than a seventh-grade clarinet player due to her failing hearing and eyesight.  As such, she was eager to pass off the monkey’s paw of church piano playing to someone else.

As such, I’ve gradually improved my sightreading.  More importantly, I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to reacquaint myself with some wonderful old hymns—and to learn some for the first time.

I grew up playing saxophone in church, so I know the melodies and harmonies for dozens of tunes—and lyrics to only the choruses.  The power of hymns, however, lies mostly in those lyrics.  It’s been through the repetition of hymn singing, surely, that the message of the Gospel has been reinforced better than any number of sermons.

There is power in the music, too.  Catholics might have beautiful buildings and amazing choral music, but Protestants win the hymn contest.  So many classic hymns are born of nineteenth- and early twentieth-century folk music—source material that makes for easy singability and pentatonic melodies.

They are also hard to play well—sometimes.  Hymn writers apparently love to write secondary dominants (so do I), which makes for soaring vocal lines but difficult piano accompaniment.  That said, I’d rather play one of those (like the classic “He Lives,” Number 64 in the classic Free Will Baptist Hymn Book, which moves from the tonic Bb to a major III D in the span of one downbeat, and also features a saucy C7 pointing to the dominant F7 chord) than a two-chorder—unless I’m sightreading in a hurry.

Christmas music—which I will start playing next month (Halloween deserves a month to itself)—is notoriously difficult melodically, with its many leaps and bounds.  Every Christmas it seems I have to relearn classic melodies on my sax, an instrument that can’t slide around looking for the pitch (like a solid trombonist in my extended family who notoriously would slide all around the pitch until he got it).  It’ll be even more challenging on piano.

All the same, I’ve been very thankful for the opportunity to play—and for the congregation’s forbearance.  There is an anatomy to how I play in church on a congregational singing (for the unfamiliar, it should be known that every Baptist church always sings the first, second, and fourth or final verses, never the third; I don’t know why, but it’s a time-honored tradition, so if you have something important to say, don’t put it in the third verse).  The first verse I play somewhat sloppily, but mostly correct.  I get more confident and play the second verse fairly well, with maybe one or two minor errors.

By the third verse, I’m getting cocky and relaxed, and start putting in little flourishes and turns (the ladies at church—seriously—call me “Liberace,” presumably because of my Baroque ornamentation, not because I’m light in the loafers).  Naturally, that’s when I make the biggest mistakes.  But I always land home on the tonic.  Mostly.

But I digress.  I despise the fad in churches towards the massive, pre-sermon rock concert, full of sustained-second chords and flat melodies.  The mistake of contemporary Christian praise music is that it tries to substitute feel-good lyrical and harmonic structures for actual Truth.  The result is songs with two-tone, repetitive melodies and stagnant harmonic structures—and lame, “Jesus is my boyfriend”-style lyrics.

Contemporary Christian music also assumes that people will enjoy the music if it’s a two-note melody, because it’s easier to sing.  WRONG!  Last Christmas, my little niece (who was three at the time) was belting out “O Come Let Us Adore Him” at the Christmas Eve candlelight service at my parents’ church like she’d been singing her whole life.

Old hymns are rich musically and theologically.  Churches should bring back some of these classics.  There are so many wonderful pieces to rediscover, and it might do Christendom good to have people singing songs with titles like “Saved” and “Blessed Assurance,” rather than “Oceans.”

29 thoughts on “The Joy of Hymnals

  1. Excellent Blog piece Tyler. So proud to hear you’re playing the piano at your church too. Our choir sings out of the ‘Red Back Hymnal’ on Sunday nights. Even so I was surprised this past Sunday to learn that some in my SS class were not familiar with the great hymn, Just As I.

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    • Thanks for commenting, Aunt Marilyn. I’ve really enjoyed diving into the hymnal at church. I’m discovering a lot of tunes I’ve never heard. My favorite is when I’m sightreading a hymn that’s new to me, usually before church, and the pastor starts singing along quietly to himself.


  2. […] “The Joy of Hymnals” (and “The Lo-Fi Hymnal“) – I’ve been linking to this post more lately as I’m shamelessly turning My Father’s Blog into a den of thieves, promoting my hastily-compiled release The Lo-Fi Hymnal (just $4!).  But I also sincerely enjoy playing hymns at church; it’s one of the things I most miss about The Age of The Virus.  My tentative plan was to record some more cellphone hymns on my parents’ old upright piano, but the key bed is so gummy from lack of maintenance, half of the keys aren’t playable (sorry for calling you out, Mom). […]


  3. Interesting to read this blogspot on the back of your post of September 3rd 2021 PP. I have a very long playlist of hymns on Spotify including a good selection of arrangements and compositions by my favourite Ralph Vaughn Williams but I think my favourite hymn is The Day Thou Gavest Lord Is Ended. I have just started to attend an Anglo Catholic church with a beautiful organ and an excellent and accomplished organist which is the icing on the cake of having finally found a lovely church with a most excellent priest to fulfil my spiritual needs.

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      • Astonishing. Of course there is a huge organ at the cathedral in Wells and a world class choir as well both of which are a joy to listen to. Shame about the BLM, social justice, LGBTQ+ supporting career clergy which make it impossible for me to attend a service there.

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      • “Everything woke turns to [crap].” ~Former President Donald J. Trump.

        I’m sorry to hear that, Alys. I suppose the choir and organ at the cathedral in Wells are the flowers growing from the manure of the BLM/SJW/LGBTQ+2ABCDEFG clergy.


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