Elam Stoltzfus: Rediscovering the Ausbund (Part 1)

In our interview with Nic Stoltzfus on German Lutherans To Pennsylvania Amish: The Stoltzfus Family Story,  we also learned about the contribution of Nic’s father Elam, who provided many of the beautiful photos in the book.

Today, Elam shares part 1 of 4 in a series he wrote on the Ausbund. This was originally published in Plain Values, a Holmes County-based magazine geared towards Amish and Anabaptist readers. In this piece, Elam shares from his Old Order Amish upbringing and his early experience with the Ausbund hymnal.

Rediscovering the Ausbund, Part 1 of 4.
By Elam Stoltzfus

Our family lived in Chester County, Pennsylvania, when I was a child, and we attended the Old Order Amish services in our district. Our farm was two miles southeast of the town of Elverson, and I recall having church gatherings there. Preparing for this event meant a lot of work. I remember one service in particular—It was late spring after the first cutting of hay had been baled and stored in the dusty old hip roof barn.

My Dad had recently built a new two story chicken house on the hillside along Yoder Road. In the lower floor was a garage and storage area, perfect for church meetings. Everyone in the family helped get ready for church in the new chicken house. We brought bales of new hay to be scattered on the ground, and—after the bench wagon arrived—my brother Aaron and I set up the collection of worn wooden benches, neatly lined up in rows to seat the congregation for the morning service. The smell of old church benches mingled with the spicy scent of newly cut lumber and the aroma of fresh cut hay.

Before the service started on Sunday morning, several of us boys were given the assignment to find the wooden box that held about sixty to ninety Ausbund hymn books. As we walked and climbed over the benches, we strategically placed the hymn books on the benches so everyone would have a hymn book where they sat.

Image: Mike Sparks

When the Sunday morning service started, the song leader announced the page number of the hymn from the Ausbund and began the song as the solo singer. The first song was chosen to match the given topic of the sermon; other times it commemorated a particular season. The song leader began with a strong voice belting out the first syllable in a tone of various notes in the scale and the entire group joined in singing in a slow, almost dirge-like, chant. It took over 10 minutes to finish the first song, and this was followed by the Lob Lied, which we sang every time our congregation met for church.

Image: Mike Sparks

After we sang these hymns, the preachers spoke and testimonies and other announcements were given. After sitting on the hard backless benches, the service concluded with one final Ausbund hymn. I had been sitting for hours, and I was glad to be given the task to go around the room with the other young boys, gather up the hymn books, and return them to the holding box. After we did this, the men quickly converted the benches to tables for the noon meal.

I recall getting into a bit of trouble after church service when a few of us young boys got the Ausbund song books and played with them like Lincoln logs or Legos. We built towers, bridges and fences. When the elders caught us playing with the books, we had to return the books to the box. Little did I understand the importance of this songbook.


I attended the Amish church until I turned sixteen. My parents left the Old Order Amish, joined the Amish Mennonite church, and moved to the Finger Lakes region in New York 1977. At the time, there were only a handful of Amish Mennonites in the area. I was restless and drifted further away from my Anabaptist heritage. The urge to travel was in my veins, and I became a musical troubadour of sorts; first traveling to sing with my brother Aaron and sisters Sarah and Ruth. After that, I joined Gospel Echoes and traveled cross country for two years, singing and playing bass guitar.

In my late twenties, I found my way to the Deep South and married a Florida girl. We made our home there, and I went to college and started a media production company. My films were mostly about nature and art; music became only a side interest.

Amish AusbundThe years passed by—my wife and I had two children. After he finished school, my son Nic came home to work with me. During one of our production trips Nic started asking questions about my memories growing up Amish. We both enjoy music, and he started asking about the songs of the Amish. He asked what the songs mean and what did they sound like? I started to remember and started to talk.

I told him about the Lob Lied that was sung at every Sunday morning service, and I began singing a few stanzas of the hymn. Yes, it was long dormant memory and my words were rusty, but I was able to recall the tune. Nic listened intently. Then, like a typical Millennial, he asked me, “Do you think the Lob Lied is on YouTube?” I responded, “I doubt it.” Imagine my surprise when Nic found a recording of the hymn on YouTube.

As Nic played the Lob Lied on his iPhone, I was stunned and mesmerized as sentimental memories came flooding back. I sat there in silence for awhile as tears flowed down my face. I recalled those moments of hearing the slow tunes of the Ausbund hymns, sitting on the old wooden benches, observing images of the elders and families of my heritage. This was a like a rebirth, a new beginning that renewed my interest in the songs of my childhood.


Soon after this event, I came in possession of a 1834 Ausbund. It belonged to a distant cousin, Raymond Smoker, and I inherited it after he passed away. The old hymn book was tattered; it have been damp and wet at some point. On the front page was fraktur of the original owner, “Dieses Lieder gehöret mir -Josua Smoker – 1896.” I treasured the book for the childhood memories it evoked. And I became curious about the Ausbund and began to scour the internet looking for more information about the book and its history.

Last year, my son Nic and I began a new project: a coffee-table book documenting the early history of the Stoltzfus family from 1624 to 1832. The ancestors of the immigrant Nicholas Stoltzfus were from Germany, so Nic and I made plans to travel there with Zach & Lucy Stoltzfus and Rose Beiler to do more research on our Stoltzfus ancestors. Since we were going to Germany anyway, I wanted to travel to Passau, where 52 of the Ausbund songs were composed in the Veste Oberhaus castle prison from 1535 to 1537.

And so, that spring, I reached out to Eva Sattlegger, who is the curator of the Oberhausmuseum at Veste Oberhaus. She replied and said she’d be glad to show us around the castle. After I read Eva’s reply, I sat in contemplation. For over 30 years, I had left my heritage behind. And now these forgotten songs, that had lodged deep in my subconscious, had resurfaced. In a few weeks, my son Nic and I would be visiting the castle dungeon where the songs I had grown up signing were composed. What would we learn we visited Passau? Our trip to Germany couldn’t come soon enough.

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    1. More, please!

      Ach, That was good! It definitely leaves me wanting more and really looking forward to the next installment of this story! I also appreciate hearing das Loblied again; it has been a lot of years since I was in a worship service where that was sung. But one thing about the video really bothers me – I do not like people taking my picture without my permission! And I really do not like to see others treated as if they are animals or actors, having their pictures taken and put up for all the world to see, without their knowledge or permission!

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        “NO guns,Cameras

    2. Lydia Good

      Lob Lied

      As soon as I clicked on the video, 65 years vanished in an instance. I was sitting on the hard bench in church. My favorite cousin is sitting beside me sharing the song book and we’re singing the Lob song. Memories came flooding back like it was only yesterday.