Let him come hither.
I was brought up in the Methodist Church. Tried a few more along the way. Catholic, Church of England, Bahai, etc. My experiences will remain unprinted as I do not want to upset anyone. As a Methodist I signed the pledge when I was seven, not to drink. Forgot completely by the time I was 17. (or quite possibly earlier).
Suffice it to say what I do miss from visiting a church is that awesome sound from the organ and then the voices belting out such hymns as the above. One of my favourites, but surprisingly not in my Dad's Methodist hymn book. Possibly Church of England then?
My Dad's Hymn Book has on the flyleaf,
Providence Methodist Church, Mapplewell.
at a Welcome Home Celebration, in thanksgiving for his safe return from H.M. Forces
(March 1949 I was born. )
Every year there was a performance of the Messiah at Providence Methodist Church (I didnt know it was a Church as everyone called it Chapel). And my Dad was one of the leading tenors. Every Christmas Day my family is inflicted with the full performance of the Huddersfield Choral Society cd. (And me singing along to it.)
I do think that song is a very powerful part of our whole being.
I am fortunate that I can hear songs, can join in the singing, my lungs are shot, so sometimes its a whisper, but singing can be so moving, and despite my religious hang ups I still think that some of the old hymns are just fantastic.
Indeed, my lovely keyboard, pretend piano whatever has an organ button! As soon as the Dawn Patroller goes off to be the hunter gatherer at Tescos I plan to be in there.
Because my Dad's Methodist Hymn Book has the music as well as the words!
He who would valiant be , well She actually, is about to shake the rafters.