We have a sick daughter–so going shifts, the lovely one and I, I went to another ward’s sacrament meeting, where we sang one of my favorite hymns.
Reverently and meekly now,
Let thy head most humbly bow.
Think of me, thou ransomed one;
Think what I for thee have done.
With my blood that dripped like rain,
Sweat in agony of pain,
With my body on the tree
I have ransomed even thee.
-Hymn No. 185.
The singing and the organ-playing varied in quality, as in most wards. But it didn’t bother me. My secret is hymn platonism. You don’t take the singing and the organ-playing as the hymn itself, but rather as a pointer or a reminder of the ideal, everlasting version of the hymn. You outwardly join in the outward hymn and inwardly join in the inward hymn. Its easier than it sounds.