The Pattern In The Seed
On All Saints Sunday we remember dear friends who have died this past year. Here is a hymn sung at many Scandinavian funerals I attended as a young boy. It was sung when my Grandparents died, my parents and my brother. Both the words and the tune are in my DNA.
Who Is This Host Arrayed In White by Hans Brorson was written nearly 300 years ago and set to music by Edvard Grieg 100 years ago. Here is the third verse:
O blessed saints, now take your rest; a thousand times shall you be blest
for keeping faith firm unto death and scorning worldly trust.
For now you live at home with God and harvest seeds once cast abroad in tears and sighs. See with new eyes the pattern in the seed.
The myriad angels raise their song. O saints, sing with that happy throng; lift up one voice; let heav'n rejoice in our redeemer's song!
Bless us all, for some day we will see what we now cannot understand -- the pattern in the seed.