Those old hymns

On the way home from my aunt's funeral Thursday, my sister and I got to talking about the old hymns we used to sing at church.  
Maxine quoted a friend of hers who said, "These days, they only sing 7/11 songs at church:  Seven words, repeated eleven times."  
My sister and I were raised in the Church of Christ, and I just assumed they still sang the old hymns; Maxine said no, they don't sing a lot of those.  
"You know," I said, "back in the old days, the preacher might preach a boring sermon, but every song we sang preached a sermon all by itself."  

And I began to sing, "My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus' blood and righteousness.  I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name.  On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand."  

My sister joined in and sang along.  Cliff just kept driving.  

I do know of one little tiny, local church where they sing the old hymns, and sing them with gusto.  We visited there a few weeks ago, and would have gone back today, had Cliff not been coughing his head off with a cold.  I have a deep hunger for those old songs.  It may not be next week or the next, but I know we will be visiting Napoleon United Methodist Church again before too long.    

I need those songs.