Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Singing In Darkness

. . . He longed only for his master, for one sight of his face or one touch of his hand.
     At last, weary and feeling finally defeated, he sat on a step below the level of the passage-floor and bowed his head into his hands.  It was quiet, horribly quiet.  The torch, that was already burning low when he arrived, sputtered and went out; and he felt the darkness cover him like a tide.  And then softly, to his own surprise, there at the vain end of his long journey and his grief, moved by what thought in his heart he could not tell, Sam began to sing.

--from The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien

Love divine, all loves excelling,
joy of heaven, to earth come down,
fix in us thy humble dwelling,
all thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
pure, unbounded love thou art;
visit us with thy salvation,
enter every trembling heart.

Come, almighty to deliver,
let us all thy life receive;
suddenly return, and never,
nevermore thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
serve thee as thy hosts above,
pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
glory in thy perfect love.

Finish then thy new creation;
pure and spotless let us be;
let us see thy great salvation
perfectly restored in thee:
changed from glory into glory,
till in heaven we take our place,
till we cast our crowns before thee,
lost in wonder, love, and praise. 

--Love Divine, All Loves Excelling by Charles Wesley, 1747 

The loss of desire and ability to sing is the captivity of the community of faith, a captivity of thought to ideology, of action to futile pursuits. 

--Brian Brock,  Singing the Ethos of God, as quoted by Peter Leithart here.


  1. How blessed I am to meet another beloved of Christ! This post is beautiful, as I am a fan of Tolkien and Wesley as well. I will be back for more. God bless you!

  2. Thank you, Petra, for visiting and for your kind words! :) May His peace be with you! :)