Friday, July 17, 2009

A couple of summers ago I took a summer course on teaching hymnology. The instructor, a very knowledgeable Calvinist, said that there is very little paradox in hymnody. He thinks that the reason for this lack is the brevity of the form. Lines of hymns are ordinarily short; more crucially, by convention hymn writers are conservative about dividing phrases among multiple lines.

My sense is that my teacher did not go back far enough in time to the older Latin hymns, in which paradox is very common.
Right now I’m translating a 10th c. hymn for the Ascension called Aeterne rex altissime. The Latin of vere 4 is sublime in its treatment of the word “flesh.” The Pauline flesh is here, as is its opposite, the Johannine, and then the actual fact of Jesus’ current situation caps everything:

Tremunt videntes angeli
versam vivem mortalium
culpat caro, purgat caro,
regnat caro Verbum Dei.

my initial translation:

The angels tremble at the sight.
How altered is the human plight!
For flesh has sinned, but flesh atoned,
And God in flesh is God enthroned.

An older translation:

Yes, Angels tremble when they see
How changed is our humanity;
That Flesh hath purged what flesh had stained,
And God, the flesh of God, hath reigned.

When I see one of these abundant instances of paradox in the old hymns, I feel as though we are nowadays a very prosaic people. Current hymns, for example, are usually very straight-messaged. They don’t stop and wonder; hymns never gaze. They often preach. We make no puns…

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful, I can't wait for the entire translation. And it brings to mind the paradoxes of "Crux Fidelis" or even more directly the "felix culpa" of our first parents. Is not the whole economy of salvation founded on a paradox? Is it any wonder the mystery should have found its expression in song?

A contribution below (although technically more an extended conceit than a paradox/pun?)

VITIS VERA
(Tune: FINLANDIA, “Be Still My Soul”)

1. He is the Vine, and we are but the branches.
He is the Vine, and in Him we do thrive.
Cut from the Vine, we wither and are nothing.
He keeps us, humble stems and leaves, alive.
O may God’s grace and mercy graft my own soul,
The branch, to Christ the Vine and make me whole.

2. He is the Vine and still yet, too, the Master,
Tending His vineyard: burning off the waste,
Moist’ning the dry; lifting poor, weak, and fallen;
Curing the rot, and training errant shoot,
Pruning the growth, plucking the ripe fruit gently --
Grapes for His vintage -- sweet for Heaven’s taste.

3. He is the Vine and still yet, too, the True Light,
Towards whom His faithful branches hope to grow,
To bear great fruit: To know, to love, to serve Him
In this our world and ever in the next.
Glory to God: To Father, Son, and Spirit;
First, Now, and Always, and Forevermore.