The Music Of The Puritans (December 1956 | Volume: 8, Issue: 1)

The Music Of The Puritans

AH article image

Authors: Beatrice Hudson Flexner

Historic Era:

Historic Theme:

Subject:

December 1956 | Volume 8, Issue 1

ON THE DAY they left Leyclen for America, so one of the Pilgrims reported, “We refreshed ourselves, after tears, with singing of psalms, making joyful melody in our hearts as well as with the voice, there being many of our congregation very expert in music; and indeed it was the sweetest melody that ever mine ears heard.” Sailing the open ocean, the Puritans set their night watches with a psalm, and sang loud of God’s mercy in the morning. Tradition has allowed the Puritans very little of human understanding or aesthetic cheer. Bony-fingered bigots, incapable of, and spiteful against, the pleasures and the arts—theirs is not an inviting myth. In their music they are revealed in braver, more Haltering lights and colors: cultivated amateurs, knowledgeable in an exquisite Sixteenth-Century art; singers, in congregation, of some of the most exhilarating song ever to spring from an embattled folk. With this song Huguenot martyrs, lowered and lifted over slow flames, drowned out the Latin chants of their tormentors. In the New World the mirthful and exultant Puritans—men who had, as they said, “consolations strong enough to hold up their heads above water when the waves rise highest and the raging billows make the greatest noise”—raised the chorus.

The congregational song of the Sixteenth and early Seventeenth centuries was the sublimest there has ever been. The thrill, in religious exaltation, of singing familiar yet new and great music, with masses of one’s fellows, gave the triumphal cry of a liberated faith. Man threw off his shackles, and he sang. Not only in chorus, or in extremis of love and need, but every day, everywhere a tune was struck up, the psalms sounded. Here and in Europe men hummed them in the street or as they invited their souls in country solitudes. To the “temper’d soll tunings” of lute and viol, ladies murmured them to their lovers.

 

Rabbinical tradition has it that the harp of David hung above his bed at night, that the night winds sang through the strings, and that David spoke his inmost thoughts to the strains. In the Fourth Century St. Ambrose remarked of these night thoughts of David: “This is the peculiarity of the psalter, that everyone can use its words as if they were completely and individually his own.”

When the light of the Italian Renaissance beamed out over Europe the appeal of the psalms took on a new luster. Man, with what he could sense of himself and his sensible world, was the inspiration for thought and art. What more natural, in this quest for the personal, than to turn with redoubled passion to the Book of Psalms, the very archetype of personal poetry? Before the song of David became the battle cry of the Reformation, it was the darling of the Renaissance.

The song versions of the psalms, which were to be sung on our wild shores by Pilgrims and Puritans, first sounded in