We again find ourselves in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the holiday season. Just last Tuesday a few hundred folks gathered for Conspirare’s Holiday Big Sing. We filled the pews and came close in to experience making some powerful music together. In addition to a mix of seasonal favorites we included “It Singeth Low,” sung to the traditional Scotch tune of “Auld Lang Syne” with words by John W. Chadwick. We have sung this piece a few times over the years and each time folks rush up after the event and ask for the text to this song, so I wanted to share it here with you:
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.
’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,
Though they are here 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, forevermore.
Longtime Conspirare collaborator, Cynthia Clawson, first introduced “It Singeth Low” to me many years ago. You can hear her sing it at http://vimeo.com/67533848.
I treasure opportunities like the Big Sing to come together with you, and I hope that you, too, find resonance in this text. If there are pieces that speak to you in the way “It Singeth Low” speaks to so many in our Conspirare circle, please share them in the comments below.
With warm wishes,