Northfield Hymnal No. 2 ‎#181

181. It Singeth Low in Every Heart

1 It singeth low in every heart,
We hear it each and all;
A song of those who answer not,
However we may call.

2 They throng the silence of the breast;
We see them as of yore,
The kind, the true, the brave, the sweet,
Who walk with us no more.

3 ’Tis hard to take the burden up,
When these have laid it down;
They brightened all the joy of life,
They softened every frown.

4 But, O ’tis good to think of them
When we are troubled sore;
Thanks be to God that such have been,
Though they are here no more!

5 More homelike seems the vast unknown
Since they have entered there;
To follow them were not so hard,
Wherever they may fare.

6 They cannot be where God is not,
On any sea or shore;
Whate’er betides, Thy love abides,
Our God, for evermore.

Text Information

• First Line: It singeth low in every heart
• Title: It Singeth Low in Every Heart
• Author: J. W. Chadwick
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1916

Tune Information

• Name: LEICESTER
• Composer: William Hurst