Religious Music - How Can I Keep from Singing? lyrics

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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)(Oh, above) the tumult and the strife

I hear its music ringing,

It sounds an echo in my soul.

How can I keep from singing?

What though my joys and comforts die?

(What though the temptest loudly roars,

The Lord my Savior liveth;

(I hear the truth it liveth;)

And though the darkness 'round me close,

songs in the night *He* (it) giveth.

No storm can shake my inmost calm,

While to that *refuge*(rock) I'm clinging.

Since Christ (Love) is Lord of heaven and earth,

How can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble, sick with fear,

And hear their death-knell ringing,

When friends rejoice both far and near,

How can I keep from singing?

In prison cell and dungeon vile,

Our thoughts to them go winging;

When friends by shame are undefiled,

How can I keep from singing?

I lift mine eyes; the cloud grows thin;

I see the blue above it;

And day by day this pathway smoothes

Since first I learned to love it:

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?

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)(Oh, above) the tumult and the strife

I hear its music ringing,

It sounds an echo in my soul.

How can I keep from singing?

What though my joys and comforts die?

(What though the temptest loudly roars,

The Lord my Savior liveth;

(I hear the truth it liveth;)

And though the darkness 'round me close,

songs in the night *He* (it) giveth.

No storm can shake my inmost calm,

While to that *refuge*(rock) I'm clinging.

Since Christ (Love) is Lord of heaven and earth,

How can I keep from singing?

I lift mine eyes; the cloud grows thin;

I see the blue above it;

And day by day this pathway smoothes

Since first I learned to love it:

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?

Robert Wadsworth Lowry

Thanks to Jonathan Mou for these lyrics

Thanks to KMO27 for correcting these lyrics