Each week, you may find information here about the
music in the traditional worship services at First United Methodist Church in
Lewisville, Texas. Some of this information is original; much of it is
"borrowed" from other sources such as Wikipedia, GBOD, and hymnary.org.
It is my hope that this information will enhance your understanding and enrich
your worship experience.
Herzliebster Jesu – Beverly Ward
"Herzliebster
Jesu" (often translated into English as "Ah, Holy Jesus", sometimes as
"O Dearest Jesus") is
a German hymn written
in 1630 by Johann Heermann. Heerman took his inspiration for "Ah, Holy
Jesus" from a Latin text attributed to either Augustine (354-430) or Jean
de Fecamp (c.1000-1079). The poetry was originally published in a
fifteenth-century devotional book entitled Meditationes sanctorum patrum.
Heerman's hymn version first appeared in his Devoti Musica Cordis, ca.
1630. Heerman wrote during the Thirty Years War, a time when many hymn writers
became introspective. Writing during this time of uncertainty and trouble,
Heerman's hymn emerged from a backdrop of his own personal suffering.
Its tune, also called "Herzliebster
Jesu", was written ten years later by Johann Crüger. The hymn first appeared in
Crüger's Neues vollkömmliches Gesangbuch Augsburgischer Confession (1640).
Ah, holy Jesus, how hast
thou offended,
that we to judge thee have
in hate pretended?
By foes derided, by thine own rejected,
By foes derided, by thine own rejected,
O most afflicted!
Who was the guilty? Who
brought this upon thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus,
hath undone thee!
'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied thee;
'Twas I, Lord Jesus, I it was denied thee;
I crucified thee.
Lo, the Good Shepherd for
the sheep is offered;
the slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered.
For our atonement, while we nothing heeded,
the slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered.
For our atonement, while we nothing heeded,
God interceded.
For me, kind Jesus, was thy
incarnation,
thy mortal sorrow, and thy life's oblation;
thy death of anguish and thy bitter passion,
thy mortal sorrow, and thy life's oblation;
thy death of anguish and thy bitter passion,
for my salvation.
Therefore, kind Jesus,
since I cannot pay thee,
I do adore thee, and will ever pray thee,
think on thy pity and thy love unswerving,
I do adore thee, and will ever pray thee,
think on thy pity and thy love unswerving,
not my deserving.
About the Choral Music:
He
Never Said a Mumbalin’ Word – Lloyd Larson
The life of Jesus is one of
the most prominent themes of African-American spirituals. Spirituals are
sometimes referred to as sorrow songs. In the case of “He Never Said a
Mumbalin’ Word,” it truly is a sorrowful song. Unlike most spirituals, there is
not a touch of hopeful optimism or a positive affirmation. A quiet, poignant,
sorrowful dignity is the expression.
The
Crucifixion motif dominates the imagination of the slave because they too had
been rejected, beaten, and shot without a chance to say a word in defense of
their humanity. The entire text of “He Never Said a Mumbalin’ Word” narrates
the events of the crucifixion scene. Stanza one sets the scene: “They crucified
my Lord.” The “my Lord” has the same effect as it does in the first stanza of
“Were You There,” placing the singer at the hill of Calvary and actually seeing
Jesus on the cross. After each statement, “and he never said a mumbalin’ word”
is sung. This repetitive device is very powerful. It allows one to see the
suffering of Christ while Christ does not utter one word of complaint. Slaves
sang this song because it is about Jesus, who suffered and died on the cross
with and for them.
Lloyd Larson (b. 1954) is an active composer and arranger
for several major publishing companies of church and school music. His
compositions and arrangements include well over 1,000 published works—including
choral anthems, numerous extended Christmas, Easter and non-seasonal works,
keyboard collections, vocal solo and duet collections, instrumental works for
solo and ensembles, orchestrations, and handbell settings. It is Lloyd's work
in his local church that continues to be the catalyst for much of his writing.
He currently directs the adult choir in his home church in addition to being
involved in worship planning and leadership.
They
crucified my Lord, and he never said a mumbalin’ word;
Not a
word, not a word, not a word.
They
nailed him to the tree, and he never said a mumbalin’ word.
They
pierced him in the side, and he never said a mumbalin’ word.
He bowed his head and died, and
he never said a mumbalin’ word.
O Sacred Head, Now Wounded – Hans Leo Hassler
“O
Sacred Head, Now Wounded” is one of the great hymns of the church, perhaps the
greatest passion hymn. It has an equally
great history. It is based on a long
medieval Latin poem, Salve
mundi salutare, with
stanzas addressing the various parts of Christ's body hanging on the Cross. The last part of the poem, from which the hymn
is taken, is addressed to Christ's head, and begins "Salve caput
cruentatum." The poem is often attributed to Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153).
Bernard of Clairvaux, saint, abbot, and doctor, fills one of
the most conspicuous positions in the history of the middle ages. His father, Tecelin,
or Tesselin, a knight of great bravery, was the friend and vassal of the Duke
of Burgundy. Bernard was born at his father's castle on the eminence of Les
Fontaines, near Dijon, iu Burgundy, in 1091. He was educated at Chatillon,
where he was distinguished for his studious and meditative habits. Bernard had
all the advantages that high birth, great personal beauty, graceful manners,
and irresistible influence could give, but, strengthened in the resolve by
night visions of his mother (who died in 1105), he chose a life of asceticism,
and became a monk. He entered the monastery of Citeaux, the first Cistercian
foundation, in 1113. Two years later he was sent forth, at the head of twelve
monks, from the overcrowded abbey, to found a daughter institution in the
Valley of Wormwood, the Abbey of Clairvaux. On the death of Pope Honorius II.,
in 1130, the College of Cardinals split without a clear choice of Pope. Bernard was instrumental in the restoration
of Pope Innocent II to Rome, which greatly increased his influence in the
Church. The summer of 1146 was spent traversing
France and Germany to rouse the people to engage in the second crusade. In both countries the effect of his
appearance and eloquence was marvellous, almost miraculous. The population
seemed to rise en masse, and take up the cross. In 1147, the
expedition started, a vast army, of which probably not a tenth ever reached
Palestine. It proved a complete failure, and a miserable remnant shared the
flight of their leaders, the Emperor Conrad, and Louis, King of France, and
returned home, defeated and disgraced. The blame was thrown upon Bernard, and
he soon died, weary of the world.
One of the hymns by which St. Bernard
is best known as a writer of sacred poetry is "Salve mundi Salutore,"
an address to the various limbs of Christ on the cross. It consists of 350
lines, 50 lines being addressed to each. Many other hymns and sequences are
attributed to St. Bernard.
Hymns, translated from, or founded on, St. Bernard's, will be found in almost
every hymnal.
The
poem was translated into German by the Lutheran hymnist Paul Gerhardt (1607–1676). He reworked the Latin version to
suggest a more personal contemplation of the events of Christ's death on the
cross. It first appeared
in Johann Crüger's hymnal Praxis pietatis melica in
1656. Although Gerhardt translated the whole poem, it is the closing section
which has become best known, and is sung as a hymn in its own right. The German
hymn begins with "O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden".
Paulus Gerhardt studied at the University of Wittenberg, after which he
was pastor at Mittenwalde, and then St. Nicholas’s Church in Berlin, then
finally archdiaconus at Lübben. The
outward circumstances of Gerhardt's life were for the most part gloomy. His
earlier years were spent amid the horrors of the Thirty Years' War. He did not
obtain a settled position in life till he was 44 years of age. He was unable to
marry till four years later; and his wife, after a long illness, died during
the time that he was without office in Berlin; while of the five children of
the marriage only one passed the period of childhood. His latter years at
Lübben as a widower with one surviving child were passed among a rough and
unsympathising people.
Gerhardt ranks, next to Luther, as the
most gifted and popular hymnwriter of the Lutheran Church. With a firm grasp of
the objective realities of the Christian Faith, and a loyal adherence to the
doctrinal standpoint of the Lutheran Church, Gerhardt is yet genuinely human;
he takes a fresh, healthful view both of nature and of mankind. In his hymns we
see the transition to the modern subjective tone of religious poetry. From the
first publication of Gerhardt's hymns they at once came into favour among all
ranks and creeds; and a large proportion are among the hymns most cherished and
most widely used by German-speaking Christians at the present day.
The length of many of Gerhardt's hymns
("Ein Lämmlein" is 10 stanzas of 10 lines; "Fröhlich soil,"
15 stanzas of 8 lines), and the somewhat intricate metres of others, have
caused his hymns to be less used in English than otherwise might have been the
case; but a considerable proportion have come in some form or other into
English hymnbooks. A large selection, translated with scrupulous faithfulness
but not retaining much of the lyric grace of the originals, was published by
the Rev. John Kelly, in 1867, as Paul
Gerhardt’s Spiritual Songs.
“O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden” is a beautiful but free translation of the "Salve
caput cruentatum". Gerhardt's version appeared in Crüger's Praxis (1656), in 10
stanzas of 8 lines, entitled, "To the suffering Face of Jesus
Christ." Bernard's original is
powerful and searching, but Gerhardt's hymn is still more powerful and more
profound, as redrawn from the deeper spring of evangelical Lutheran,
Scriptural, knowledge, and fervency of faith.
The
hymn was first translated into English in 1752 by John Gambold (1711–1771), an Anglican vicar in Oxfordshire. His translation begins, "O Head so full of
bruises." In 1830 a new translation of the hymn was made by an American Presbyterian minister, James Waddell Alexander (1804-1859). Alexander's translation,
beginning "O sacred head, now wounded," became one of the most widely
used in 19th and 20th century hymnals.
James Waddell Alexander, D.D., (1804-1859) was an American Presbyterian minister and theologian who followed in the
footsteps of his father, Rev. Archibald Alexander. He studied at Princeton, and was Professor
of Rhetoric at Princeton, 1833; Pastor of Duane Street Presbyterian Church, New
York, 1844; Professor of Church History, Princeton, 1849; and Pastor of 5th
Avenue Presbyterian Church, New York, 1851. His works include Gift to the Afflicted, Thoughts on Family Worship, and others. His hymn translations were collected and
published at New York in 1861, under the title, The Breaking Crucible and other Translations.
Alexander’s complete text follows:
O sacred Head, now
wounded, with grief and shame weighed down,
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.
Now scornfully surrounded with thorns, Thine only crown;
O sacred Head, what glory, what bliss till now was Thine!
Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call Thee mine.
What Thou, my
Lord, hast suffered, was all for sinners’ gain;
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
Mine, mine was the transgression, but Thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior! ’Tis I deserve Thy place;
Look on me with Thy favor, vouchsafe to me Thy grace.
Men mock and
taunt and jeer Thee, Thou noble countenance,
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!
Though mighty worlds shall fear Thee and flee before Thy glance.
How art thou pale with anguish, with sore abuse and scorn!
How doth Thy visage languish that once was bright as morn!
Now from Thy
cheeks has vanished their color once so fair;
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.
From Thy red lips is banished the splendor that was there.
Grim death, with cruel rigor, hath robbed Thee of Thy life;
Thus Thou hast lost Thy vigor, Thy strength in this sad strife.
My burden in
Thy Passion, Lord, Thou hast borne for me,
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!
For it was my transgression which brought this woe on Thee.
I cast me down before Thee, wrath were my rightful lot;
Have mercy, I implore Thee; Redeemer, spurn me not!
What language
shall I borrow to thank Thee, dearest friend,
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
For this Thy dying sorrow, Thy pity without end?
O make me Thine forever, and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never outlive my love to Thee.
My Shepherd,
now receive me; my Guardian, own me Thine.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.
Great blessings Thou didst give me, O source of gifts divine.
Thy lips have often fed me with words of truth and love;
Thy Spirit oft hath led me to heavenly joys above.
Here I will
stand beside Thee, from Thee I will not part;
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.
O Savior, do not chide me! When breaks Thy loving heart,
When soul and body languish in death’s cold, cruel grasp,
Then, in Thy deepest anguish, Thee in mine arms I’ll clasp.
The joy can never
be spoken, above all joys beside,
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.
When in Thy body broken I thus with safety hide.
O Lord of Life, desiring Thy glory now to see,
Beside Thy cross expiring, I’d breathe my soul to Thee.
My Savior, be
Thou near me when death is at my door;
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!
Then let Thy presence cheer me, forsake me nevermore!
When soul and body languish, oh, leave me not alone,
But take away mine anguish by virtue of Thine own!
Be Thou my
consolation, my shield when I must die;
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.
Remind me of Thy passion when my last hour draws nigh.
Mine eyes shall then behold Thee, upon Thy cross shall dwell,
My heart by faith enfolds Thee. Who dieth thus dies well.
The music for the German and English versions of the
hymn is by Hans Leo Hassler, written around 1600 for a secular love song, "Mein G'müt ist mir verwirret", which first appeared in print in the 1601 Lustgarten Neuer Teutscher Gesäng. The tune was appropriated and rhythmically simplified for
Gerhardt's German hymn in 1656 by Johann Crüger. Johann Sebastian Bach arranged the melody and used five
stanzas of the hymn in the St Matthew Passion. He also used the hymn's text and melody in the second
movement of the cantata Sehet, wir gehn
hinauf gen Jerusalem, BWV 159.
The harmonization found in our hymnal, and sung today, is from Bach’s St. Matthew Passion.
About the Hymns:
Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence
Let
all mortal flesh keep silence (Greek: Σιγησάτω πᾶσα σάρξ βροτεία) is an ancient chant of Eucharistic devotion based on words from Habakkuk 2:20, "Let all the earth keep silence before him". The original
was composed in Greek as a Cherubic Hymn for the Offertory of the Divine Liturgy of St James; it probably antedates
the rest of the liturgy and goes back at least to 275 AD, with local churches
adopting arrangements in Syriac.
Gerard Moultrie (1829-1885) translated the text from the Greek; his English paraphrase was first published in Orby Shipley's Lyra Eucharistica (1864) and entitled "Prayer of the Cherubic Hymn." The Psalter Hymnal alters that paraphrase in part to solve Reformed sensitivities about eucharistic theology. Moultrie's great-grandfather had settled in South Carolina, but after siding with England during the American Revolution, he had moved back to Britain. Educated at Exeter College, Oxford, England, Moultrie served as a pastor and chaplain in the Church of England. In addition to writing his own hymns he prepared translations of Greek, Latin, and German hymns. He also edited several hymnals, including Hymns and Lyrics for the Seasons and Saints' Days (1867) and Cantica Sanctorum or Hymns for the Black Letter Saints' Days in the English and Scottish Calendars (1880).
The text contains much language which is unfamiliar today: the concept of approaching God with so much awe that it causes “fear and trembling”. Seraphim are a type of celestial being in the highest rank in the Christian angelic hierarchy. A passage in the Book of Isaiah (Isaiah 6:1-8) used the term to describe six-winged beings that fly around the Throne of God crying "holy, holy, holy". This throne scene, with its triple invocation of holiness (a formula that came to be known as the Trisagion), profoundly influenced subsequent theology, literature, and art. Its influence is frequently seen in works depicting angels, heaven and apotheosis. Seraphs are mentioned as celestial beings in an influential Hellenistic work, the Book of Enoch, and the Book of Revelation. Cherubim are a winged angelic beings who are represented in ancient Middle Eastern art as a lion or bull with eagles' wings and a human face, and regarded in traditional Christian angelology as an angel of the second highest order of the ninefold celestial hierarchy. Cherubim are mentioned throughout the Old Testament and once in the New Testament in reference to the mercy seat of the Ark of the Covenant (Hebrews 9:5).
Were You There
Were You There was likely composed by African-American slaves in the 19th century. It was first published in William Eleazar Barton's 1899 Old Plantation Hymns. In 1940, it was included in the Episcopal Church hymnal, making it the first spiritual to be included in any major American hymnal. As reported in Howard Thurman's autobiography, the song was one of Mahatma Gandhi's favorites
For a time, the slaves
simply by-passed the New Testament, especially since their white taskmasters
used it to justify slavery. But there was something about the man Jesus,
hanging there upon the hard, wooden cross. Here was a man who was beaten like
they were. He was spit upon. He was falsely accused. He was imprisoned for a
crime he did not commit. Finally, he was hung on a tree, a method of execution
familiar to the slaves. Through all of these indignities, Jesus prayed,
"Father forgive them, for they know not what they do."
"How was he able to
forgive?" they questioned. "What was it that enabled him to love
those who were unlovable?" Was he in pain? They were in pain. Did he have
to drink the cup of suffering? They had to drink theirs, too. Yes, their cross
was one with his cross. Jesus died for the sins of all men, of every color. He
had to be who he said he was. How else could he have done what he did? In time,
they embraced Jesus as their Savior, and they experienced His peace, His grace
and forgiveness, and His hope for the future. From this relationship they were
able to sing:
From the cross they
felt a mighty emergence of the divine will, breaking down the barriers that
separated man from man, and man from God. And so, instead of taking the
destructive road to violence, many began to hum, then to sing, and sometimes to
shout the spirituals - a cry to God for freedom and a declaration of faith in
His ability to provide it.




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