Read: 1 Samuel 16:14-23

Whenever the harmful spirit from God was upon Saul, David took the lyre and played. (v. 23)

There are two puzzling words in this next line of Herbert’s poem. Why does he describe prayer as “a kind of tune”? And in what sense is it a tune “which all things hear and fear”?

Music comes to the fore again today, as yesterday (though here too we can readily apply his words to ourselves even if we have no particular musical gifts). George Herbert loved music, could play two or three instruments, and often walked in to Salisbury to hear sung services in the cathedral. As to the effects music can have, he may well have known the song in Shakespeare’s Henry VIII (a stage hit in Herbert’s young days) that describes Orpheus, the lute player of classical legend, moving even the trees and hills and waves to attend to his music, which had the power to make “killing care and grief of heart / Fall asleep, or hearing, die.”

The Bible’s counterpart is the musicianship of the young David, who first came to public notice when his playing was able to soothe the tormented King Saul. What “heard and feared” David’s music, and was overcome by it, was the evil spirit that was causing Saul’s suffering. Prayer is the equivalent gift that God gives to us, to bring the same divine power to bear on our own fraught situations, “a kind of tune” that sends the enemy packing.

 

Here is the poem in its entirety:

Prayer (I)

BY GEORGE HERBERT

Prayer the Church’s banquet, Angels’ age,

God’s breath in man returning to his birth,

The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,

The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth;

Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tower,

Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,

The six-days-world transposing in an hour,

A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;

Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,

Exalted Manna, gladness of the best,

Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,

The milky way, the bird of Paradise,

Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood.

The land of spices; something understood.

Prayer:

Thank you that no evil is safe against the music of your people’s prayers.

Author: Michael Wilcock

 

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