La música cristiana es de origen judío: la liturgia musical de la sinagoga, en particular el canto psalmódico de los judíos como unidad poética musical, fue un legado preciado transmitido del Israel antiguo al cristianismo primitivo, como forma de manifestar tanto a nivel personal como comunitario las creencias religiosas y la fe en Dios.
There's a clock sits by my bedside,
And it's gleaming 3:00 am
Here I'm lying like a fool,
Sad and staring at the ceiling,
Like a million other men.
Seems this world sits square upon my shoulders.
Are there no exits from this maze?
Then I notice how the street light,
Shining softly through my window
Lights the contours of your face.
And I can see your sleep is peaceful
Your contentments plain to see
And there is no surprise for I know
Your hope is anchored
In the rock higher than me.
There are dreams on my horizon,
Yet I fear they're sinking down.
I could swim out there to reach them,
But without Your hand to cling to,
I'm frightened I may drown.
O there's strength in Your compassion,
And there's healing in Your touch.
For You know just when to push me
That little bit further
And yet You know when it's all too much.
There's a clock sits by my bedside,
And it's gleaming 3:00 am
Here I'm lying like a fool,
Sad and staring at the ceiling,
Like a million other men.