Give me old-school hymns over praise-band jangle every time

This entire essay by Tom Rabbe at The Federalist is a worthwhile read about the saddening but apparently fait accompli encroachment of big screens and general razzle-dazzle in churches of most types. For present purposes, I would draw your attention to the portion in which he talks about hymns:

As hymnals fade, theology also suffers. The rich repository of religious wisdom contained in hymns will be lost. The old-fashioned language of hymns may strike some as unusual, but their text teaches the Christian faith far better than most of the praise choruses that dominate contemporary services. Old hymns were carefully crafted with theology at the forefront. Traditional hymns present doctrine clearly and beautifully convey the gospel story of saving grace.

This is one of the main points of appeal for me regarding the little country church I attend. Just a pianist leading us in the great old hymns.

And the converse is the only thing that bugs me about Emmaus Walk and Residents Encounter Christ weekends. The talks, the discussions among those at the tables, the candlelight event, etc. are profoundly faith-deepening and even life-changing. But when the spiritual director announces, "Okay, now we'll have the band play a couple of songs," I'm thinking, can we not? Simple, saccharine phrases repeated seemingly endlessly, minimal melody and jangling guitar tones are really a vibe-disrupter for me.

And if I never hear another G major chord voiced like this, it will be too soon: