My life goes on
in endless song
above earth's lamentations,
I hear the real,
though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the
tumult and the strife
I hear it's music ringing,
it sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
While though the
tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth it liveth.
And though the darkness
'round me close,
songs in the night it giveth.
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?
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When tyrants tremble in their fear
and hear their death knell ringing,
when friends rejoice
both far and near
how can I keep from singing?
In prison cell and dongeon vile
our thoughts to them are winging,
when friends by
shame are undefiled
how can I keep from singing?
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