Post by clareabel on Nov 4, 2009 6:21:22 GMT -5
This hymn is really really beautiful. It was written when a pilgrim came home to find his family dead. It sounded even cooler than this echoing around a 12th Century Norwegian church with just djembe accompaniment.
The first verse translates to this:
Teach me to know your ways and to walk them trustingly step by step
I know that what I own, are borrowed goods, and everything is yours.
But if your strong hand guides me,
I will never see the wrong goal,
and for every hope that dies down here,
I will receive a greater hope in heaven
The first verse translates to this:
Teach me to know your ways and to walk them trustingly step by step
I know that what I own, are borrowed goods, and everything is yours.
But if your strong hand guides me,
I will never see the wrong goal,
and for every hope that dies down here,
I will receive a greater hope in heaven
