I’m preparing my art journal for art to come. I have some expected couch time ahead and I had thought about learning to knit or crochet, but I remembered that that requires counting. I’m against counting.
So to prepare my journal I’m gluing interesting paper down on top of the pages, things like pretty wrapping paper, old dictionary pages, hymns. And then I’m painting over them, making the words and images on the papers fade “into the background” so when I write, or draw, or tangle, or paint my journal entries, they will already have a background waiting for them. This way I won’t have to interrupt my couch time to wait to prep the pages. It will already be done and waiting for me.
I was gluing some hymn pages down today when I came across the hymn “For All the Saints.” I don’t know if I’ve ever heard it before, but it feels familiar. Is it a funeral song? Have you heard it before? Well, you know my eyes are ever drawn to our mortality, and then beyond. So it’s right up my ally.
I’ll post a link for it below the lyrics, which I like much more than the tune! (I especially like stanza five. I may have to journal about it!)
“For All the Saints Who from Their Labors Rest”
by William W. How, 1823-1897
1. For all the saints who from their labors rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confess,
Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest,
2. Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
3. Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old
And win with them the victor’s crown of gold.
4. O blest communion, fellowship divine,
We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
5. And when the fight is fierce, the warfare long,
Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
6. But, lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day;
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of Glory passes on His way.
7. From earth’s wide bounds, from ocean’s farthest coast,
Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
8. The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon, to faithful warriors cometh rest.
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
The Lutheran Hymnal
Text: Heb. 12:1
Author: William W. How, 1864, cento
Composer: R. Vaughan Williams, 1906, arr.
Tune: “Sine nomine”
For All the Saints