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First Line: It singeth low in every heart
Last Line: Our god, for evermore.
Subject(s): Religion; Theology


It singeth low in every heart,
We hear it each and all, --
A song of those who answer not,
However we may call;
They throng the silence of the breast,
We see them as of yore, --
The kind, the brave, the true, the sweet,
Who walk with us no more.
'Tis hard to take the burden up,
When these have laid it down;
They brightened all the joy of life,
They softened every frown;
But oh, 'tis good to think of them,
When we are troubled sore!
Thanks be to God that such have been,
Although they are no more!
More home-like seems the vast unknown,
Since they have entered there;
To follow them were not so hard,
Wherever they may fare;
They cannot be where God is not,
On any sea or shore;
Whate'er betides, Thy love abides,
Our God, for evermore.






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