Ending on the right note

A great story here on the blog "Yet Another Unitarian Universalist:"

A dozen of us sat around singing our hearts out for three hours. In Sacred Harp singings, the people who are singing choose the songs to sing. It was time to end; what should the last song be? Someone suggested we sing number 183,
'Greenwich':

Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I,
To mourn and murmur and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride of honor shine.

But oh, their end, their dreadful end,
Thy sanctuary taught me so,
On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

It's a lovely song to sing, but one of the tenors said it should not be our last song. Smiling, I said, "You don't want to be left with that last vivid image as you drive home?"

Read how it ended.