The Departed

Verse 1:
It singeth low in ev’ry 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 good,
Who walk with us no more.

Verse 2:
‘Tis hard to take the burden up,
When those have laid it down;
They brightened all the joy of life,
They softened ev’ry frown;
But, oh! ’tis good to think of them
When we are troubled sore;
Thanks to God that such have been,
Although they be no more.

Verse 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 forever more!

John W. Chadwick/Hubert P. Main


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