Some details about his life and times shed new light on this familiar hymn:
Yet, while living in a world dominated by death, Rinkart wrote this timeless prayer of thanksgiving for his children:German pastor Martin Rinkart served in the walled town of Eilenburg during the horrors of the Thirty Years War of 1618-1648. Eilenburg became an overcrowded refuge for the surrounding area. The fugitives suffered from epidemic and famine. At the beginning of 1637, the year of the Great Pestilence, there were four ministers in Eilenburg. But one abandoned his post for healthier areas and could not be persuaded to return. Pastor Rinkhart officiated at the funerals of the other two.
As the only pastor left, he often conducted services for as many as 40 to 50 persons a day--some 4,480 in all. In May of that year, his own wife died. By the end of the year, the refugees had to be buried in trenches without services.
Now thank we all our God With hearts and hands and voices;
Who wondrous things hath done, In whom this world rejoices.
Who, from our mother's arms, Hath led us on our way,
With countless gifts of love, And still is ours today.So, crank up the volume. Sit back. And give thanks.
Happy Thanksgiving, one and all!
Now Thank We All Our God - Performance Artist
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FWIW, Mendelssohn used that hymn in the final movement of his Second Symphony.
We sang this at my mom's funeral Mass since my brother remembered the line "Who, from our mother's arms, Hath led us on our way,
With countless gifts of love, And still is ours today."
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