Long before [Dante wrote the Comedy], when he was quite a young man, writing love-poems about Beatrice, he had suffered a memorable rebuke from a lady, who asked him: 'Pray tell us, wherein lies this beatitude of yours?' And I replied simply: 'In those words that praise my lady.' And she answered: 'If that were true, you would have spoken otherwise; and not in these words which are all about your own feelings.' [p. 42]Straight from the 13th century to us today! Why then do we have to suffer through hymns that are all about us, rather than all about God and what he has done for us?
I'm just sayin'.