Piercingly Lovely

Piercingly Lovely

 

Looking more or less westward from our apartment
Essentially the view from my old apartment window in Interlaken, the capital of the Berner Oberland, looking toward Niesen, a relatively small peak in the Voralpen (the Alpine foothills)
(Wikimedia Commons photo by Patrick Nouhailler)

 

I still vividly remember the first time I heard it.  Sunday morning, on my mission, sitting in the Interlaken Switzerland Branch of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  We sang it as a congregation.

 

It was, I thought then and think now, one of the most achingly, yearningly, beautiful things I had ever heard.  Even now, I far prefer it in the original German to any English translation.

 

Here it is, in two renditions:  The first is by the King’s Singers.  The second is by Chanticleer.

 

Oddly, neither of them quite captures the Platonic ideal that I have in my mind.  But they approach it.  They’ll have to do for now.

 

 


Browse Our Archives