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The Difference between Hymns and Choruses

An old farmer went to the city one weekend and attended the big city church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was. "Well," said the farmer, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang praise choruses instead of hymns."

"Praise choruses?" said his wife, "What are those?"

"Oh, they’re okay. They’re sort of like hymns, only different," said the farmer.

"Well, what’s the difference?" asked his wife.

The farmer said, "Well, it’s like this: if I were to say to you ‘Martha, the cows are in the corn,’ well, that would be a hymn. If on the other hand, I was to say to you:‘Martha, Martha, Martha, Oh Martha, MARTHA, MARTHA the cows, the big cows, the brown cows, the black cows, the white cows, the black and white cows. The COWS, COWS, COWS are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, are in the corn, the CORN, CORN, CORN.’Then if I were to repeat the whole thing two or three times, well, that would be a praise chorus."

The same weekend, a young new Christian instead of attending his local church attended the small town church. He came home and his wife asked him how it was.

"Well," said the young man, "It was good. They did something different, however. They sang hymns instead of praise choruses."

"Hymns?" said his wife, "What are those?"

"Oh, they are okay. They’re sort of like praise choruses, only different," said the young man.

"Well, what’s the difference?" asked his wife.

The young man said, "Well, it’s like this–if I were to say to you, ‘Martha, the cows are in the corn,’ well that would be a praise chorus. If, on the other hand I were to say to you:‘Oh Martha, dear Martha, hearest thou my cry. Inclinest thine ear to the words of my mouth. Turn thou thy whole wondrous ear by and by to the righteous, inimitable, glorious truth.‘For the way of the animals who can explain? There in their heads is no shadow of sense. Hearkenest they in God’s sun or His rain unless from the mild, tempting corn they are fenced. Yea those cows in glad bovine, rebellious delight have broken free their shackles, their warm pens eschewed. Then goaded by minions of darkness and night they all my mild Chilliwack sweet corn have chewed. So look to that bright shining day by and by. Where all foul corruptions of earth are reborn. Where no vicious animal makes my soul cry, and I no longer see those foul cows in the corn.’ Then if I were to do only verses l, 3 and 4 and do a key change on the last verse, well that would be a hymn."

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I have no idea who wrote this. I know it’s been going around in the form of email for some time now. It’s probably all just a matter of preference, but give me an old hymn any day over the contempory "praise and worship" music!

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