My life flows on in endless song;
Above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife,
I hear that music ringing;
It sounds and echoes in my soul;
How can I keep from singing?
What though the tempest `round me roar,
I hear the truth it liveth.
What though the darkness `round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth.
When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,
And hear their death knells ringing;
When friends rejoice both far and near,
How can I keep from singing?
The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing.
All things are mine since I am his;
How can I keep from singing?
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that Rock I'm clinging.
Since Love is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?