Hymns Versus Praise Choruses

I’ve been looking for this “joke” for a while now and finally found it at this website.

Old Farmer Joe went to the big city one weekend and attended the big city church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was.

“Well,” said the farmer. “It was good. They did something different, though. The sang praise choruses instead of hymns.”

“Praise choruses,” she said. “What are those?”

“Oh, they’re OK,” said the farmer. “They’re sort of like hymns,” he said, “only different.”

“What’s the difference?” said his wife.

“Well,” said the farmer, “If I said, ‘the cows are in the corn,’ that would be a hymn. But if I were to say to you,

‘Martha Martha MARTHA,
O Martha MARTHA MARTHA,
The cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows,
The black and white cows,
The COWS COWS COWS,
Are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn,
CORN, CORN, CORN,’

….then if I were to repeat the whole thing four or five times, then that would be a praise chorus.”

The next weekend his nephew, a young Christian from the big city, came to visit his Uncle Joe and Aunt Martha. He attended their local church in the small town. When he went home his mother asked him how it was.

“Well,” he said, “it was good. They did something different, however. They sang hymns instead of praise choruses.”

“Hymns,” asked his mother. “What are those?”

The young man said, “Well, it’s like this.” If Uncle Joe were to say to Aunt Martha, ‘the cows are in the corn,’ then that would be a praise chorus. But if he were to say:

‘Oh Martha, dear Martha, Hear thou my cry,
Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth,
Turn thou thine whole wondrous ear by and by,
To the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.

Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight,
Have broke free from their shackles, their warm pens eschewed,
Then goaded by minions of darkness and night,
They all my mild Chilliwak sweet corn have eschewed.’

Then if he were to do only verses one, three and four and do a key change in the last verse, that would be a hymn.”

A Hymn to the Trinity

This is a hymn I wrote a few years ago.  The suggested tune to sing it to is “Zlobie Lezy,” which is also used for the hymn “Christ Is Risen.”

God our Father, great Creator,
rules in splendor over all.
You have made this world a wonder;
of your glory, we’re in awe
Crashing seas, their waves are pounding.
Trees and flowers are resounding.
Towering mountains raise a glad song,
as creation sings along

Christ our Savior and Redeemer
lived and died to set us free.
From our sins and death delivered,
we now serve and worship thee.
We’re so thankful for the gift, Lord,
of new life that’s ours to have.
So we give our hearts to you now
as before you, Christ, we bow

Holy Spirit, our Sustainer,
and our Comforter each day,
Fill our souls with your sweet presence;
Keep us on the narrow way
Help us serve God and to love God.
Strengthen us in mind and soul.
Till we always look to you and
seek your pow’r to keep us whole.

God our Father, Christ our Savior,
Holy Spirit, three in one;
You have made us. You have saved us,
and You keep us in your love.
We your people praise your glory,
and your story we will share.
Until all are praising your name,
and you’re worshiped everywhere.

Text: © 2003, Will Humes