Thursday, 24 November 2016

A hymn at the end of Thanksgiving Day

https://youtu.be/BU15xotd1dw







The hymn was written in a pre-modern, pre-scientific age.  But I love Gerhardt's words as he (and we) look up at the night sky:

Now all the heavenly splendour breaks forth in starlight tender
from myriad worlds unknown,
and we, this marvel seeing, forget our selfish being
for joy of beauty not our own


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