Coulda knocked me over with a vigil light last night at the start of our Lenten reconciliation service when the first hymn was “Danny Boy” — the tune, that is. The lyrics, by the prolific Dottie Rambo, began:
Amazing grace shall always be my song of praise./ For it was grace that bought my liberty;/ I do not know just why He came to love me so,/ He looked beyond my fault and saw my need.”
Etc. Phew.
“Amazing grace” is our “song of praise.” Make of that what you will.
At the usual point, I hunched up my shoulders somehow to react sympathetically to that Danny Boy high note:
At “there” in the immortal line:
‘Tis I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow
At “bend” in this one:
For you will bend and tell me that you love me.
And last night at the second syllable of “marvelous” in this line:
How marvelous the grace that caught my falling soul.
My devotion knew no bounds.