In recent years I have been very fortunate to work with the students of Imperial College Chamber Choir. They sing evensong every fortnight in term in the parish church of Holy Trinity (SW7 1NA) that sits snug between Imperial, The Royal College of Art and the Royal College of Music.
We are treated to superb music as the student choir creates a special evening time for reflection and prayer.
With this in mind I was struck by this recent article by the Cambridge priest and poet, Malcolm Guite Malcolm uses the idea of transposing music from one key to another as a way to explore the practice of prayer as we take in unsettling and disturbing news from the media.
The article appeared in the Church Times. I have a subscription so am posting the full article here as I think it will be useful for many for whom music is a key part of their faith and language of prayer. As ever, Malcolm’s words take us beyond words. At the end is his poem and the poem by George Herbert that inspired him.
An article by Malcolm Guite in the Church Times Friday 21st Feb 2025
THANK God for church organists who have the gift and skill of transposition! So many great hymns are set in keys that most worshippers can’t manage; but then along comes an organist who sees the problem, transposes the hymn down to a reachable key, and then — behold! — the whole church is singing again, and not just the choir.
Transposition itself is a beautiful and mysterious thing and, therefore, a compelling metaphor for much more than itself. In one sense, transposition changes all the original notes in a piece and so makes it new; but, in another sense, it changes nothing: it preserves everything that made the original music in the first place. It preserves tempo and melody, the intervals between the notes remain constant, all the harmonies and possibilities of new harmony are preserved — and more than preserved; for the new key makes them available to those for whom they were previously out of reach, out of range.
This is why George Herbert, himself such a lover and practitioner of music, reached for transposition as a metaphor for prayer in that mysterious line from his poem “Prayer”: “The six-days world transposing in an hour.”
“The six-days world” refers not only to the whole world that God made in the six days of creation, but also to “the six-days world” that is our working week, the week past, whose memory and impact we bring into church with us, and the week to come, for which our Sunday worship is preparing and reorientating us
So, Herbert offers the insight that prayer itself is a kind of transposition: that everyday experiences that have been somehow unmanageable for us, out of our range, might be transposed as we pray through them, accommodated within our range. For Herbert, prayer does not ignore “the six-days world”, the constant cycles of unnerving news, the noise and pain and clamour of daily life, but, rather, seeks to transpose that dissonance into the key of love — a transposition, perhaps, from a minor to a major.
As I worked on a poem about this phrase of Herbert’s, I realised that I was articulating something that I had felt for a long time about the damaging and depressing effect of barrages of bad news, unprayed through, accumulating as a kind of cacophony in the mind. We need the gift of transposition, and the power to hear, however tiny it might seem, the eternal tuning fork that sounds Christ’s love in the midst of things. If you have been as disturbed and distressed, as I have, by the news in recent days, I hope this sonnet will help.
‘The six-days world transposing in an hour’ by Malcom Guite.
Twenty-four seven in “the six-days world”,
In endless cycles of unnerving news,
Relentlessly our restless hurts are hurled
Through empty cyber-space. Is there no muse
To make of all that pain an elegy,
Or in those waves of white noise to discern
Christ’s inner cantus firmus*, that deep tone
That might give rise at last to harmony?
We may not seal it off or drown it out,
Nor close our hearts down in the hour of prayer,
But, listening through dissonance and doubt,
Wait in the space between, until we hear
A change of key, a secret chord disclosed,
A kind of tune, and all the world transposed.
* cantus firmus – a musical term for an enduring melody in early music, sometimes a metaphor for God’s love.
Prayer by George Herbert
Prayer the church’s banquet, angel’s 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 tow’r,
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.







