Let us praise
'Songs of Praise' celebrates its 50th birthday this month - hallelujah!
The thought may not please clergymen who spend Saturday nights struggling with their sermons, but for many churchgoers, the singing of hymns is the most pleasurable part of a service.
There is no irritation, whether it be with the new curate’s lisping voice or the unnecessary rewording of the Lord’s Prayer, that cannot be blown away by a lusty rendering of Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven. That spirit surely accounts for the survival of Songs of Praise, which celebrates its 50th birthday this month. That, and the fascination of poking around a different church every week without having to leave one’s armchair.
We may sing along at home, but we shouldn’t forget to enjoy, too, the panning shots of the congregation, inviting us to speculate that the squire at the front is miming, and that the young woman behind him really shouldn’t have worn that dress.