| My life flows on in endless song |
| Above Earth’s lamentation |
| I hear the real, though far off hymn |
| That hails the new creation |
| Above the tumult and the strife |
| I hear the music ringing; |
| It sounds an echo in my soul |
| How can I keep from singing? |
| What through the tempest loudly roars |
| I hear the truth, it liveth |
| What through 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? |
| 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 are winging |
| When friends by shame are undefiled |
| How can I keep from singing? |