Wow, Bob Bolton, are betes noires something Australians get. I know thousands of 'mericans and ain't met one of them yet that had even one betes noire that he will admit to. And you got so many of them that you can just flang them about like so much dust. Well, If you went to the little church in the brush coutry that I went to as a lad, you might of heard a cappella and a capella. Some of the old ladies were very nice but they wandered all over the place on a hymn, hitting the right note sometimes, and sometimes keeping in time. My mother, who had a wonderful voice, was their leader. Now, when I visit home, I am always elected to be their leader. Their voices haven't changed much - but their Spirits are as pure as ever. Barbara Shaw, I wish I knew the song, but I don't. I looked through all my hymnals. Does it have its "own tune" or is it sung to a standard hymn tune? - Philip Hudson