I have previously confessed this crime, specifically to note I was born to Methodists. Methodists by moral instinct rarely do anything with zeal, which is to say decoratively.
Drive a country road and the Catholic church can be immediately identified from that of the Methodist kind. The one is elaborate, like as not of brick and stone. One to have a splendorous outpour of stained glass, steeples, arches, plaster saints, marble saints, gilded virgins, even the bell tower has stained glass.
The other will resemble something on the theme of a nice barn. No statues, no gild, nothing in marble, such is the Methodist God.
When it comes to hymn singing, to my opinion the very best kind is Welsh, the most unashamed kind previous to Janis Joplin, Willie Nelson, not to forget Van Halen. The Welsh similarly do not care how awful the sound is as long as it is long, loud and heart-felt.