Hallowed church bell, not for earthly centersAuthor: N. F. S. Grundtvig; Translator: J. C. Aaberg
Tune: [Hallowed church bells, not for earthly centers]
Published in 3 hymnals
Hallowed Church Bell, not for worldly centers
Wast thou made, but for the village small
Where thy voice, as home and hearth it enters,
Blends with lullabies at evenfall.
When a child and in the country dwelling,
Christmas morning was my heaven on earth,
And thy chimes, like angel voices swelling,
Told with joy of my Redeemer’s birth.
Louder still thy joyful chimes resounded,
When on wings of early morning borne,
They proclaimed: Awake with joy unbounded,
Christ arose this blessed Easter morn.
Sweeter even were thy tolls when blending
With the calm of summer eventide
And, as though from heaven above descending,
Bid me cast all grief and care aside.
Hence when now the day is softly ending,
Shadows fall and birds ascend their nest,
Like the flowers my head in silence bending,
I am chanting with my soul at rest:
When at last, O Church Bell, thou art tolling
O’er my grave while loved grieve and sigh,
Say to them, their troubled heart consoling,
He is resting with his Lord on high.
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymnal for Church and Home #57||Hallowed Church Bell, Not For Earthly Centers||Hallowed church bell not for earthly centers||[Hallowed church bells, not for earthly centers]||N. F. S. Grundtvig||10, 9, 10, 9.||1927||Morning and Evening ||
|Hymnal for Church and Home (2nd ed.) #57||Hallowed Church Bell, Not For Earthly Centers||Hallowed church bell not for earthly centers||N. F. S. Grundtvig||10, 9, 10, 9.||1928||Morning and Evening ||
|Hymns and Hymnwriters of Denmark #103||Hallowed Church Bell, not for wordly centers||Hallowed Church Bell, not for wordly centers||Nikolai Frederick Severin Grundtvig, 1783-1872; J. C. Aaberg||10,9,10,9||1945|