We sang/chanted psalms at school prayers, every day, in the 1950s. I absolutely loved them, and I didn’t like metrical psalms because I felt they messed up the words. We had a little brown-covered book called The Oxford Psalter with the pointing for the chants.
I make a partial exception for Psalm 23 sung to Crimond, but I still prefer it chanted.
My daughter is lying about me and editing me out of her life.
