Becoming Bethany

Observations on becoming and being

Category: music

Hymns as poetry

I have recently been reminded of a form of poetry that we recite on a mostly weekly basis.  Hymns.  This is a hymn I have been thinking about a lot lately and trying to interpret in the same way that I read poetry.

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.



I’m sitting here reveling in my Appalachian heritage and listening to Bluegrass. I like the instruments and I like the themes of the songs. So many of them hearken back to Scotch-Irish storytelling.