It singeth low in every heart

521 Auld Lang Syne. C. M. D.

1 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 true, the brave, the sweet,
   Who walk with us no more.

2 ’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, 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!

3 More homelike 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.
                         John W. Chadwick
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition

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This hymn only occurs in sixty-four hymnals. Most versions break the verses into two halves—hence the Methodist hymnal's "D" in the meter, which means doubled.
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