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,
The cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows,
The black and white cows,
Are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the 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.”