1 My life flows on in endless song;
above earth's lamentation,
I hear the sweet, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife,
I hear that music ringing;
it finds an echo in my soul -
how can I keep from singing?
2 What though my joys and comforts die?
My Savior still is living.
What though the shadows gather 'round?
Anew song Christ is giving.
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
while to that Rock I'm clinging;
since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth,
how can I keep from singing?
3 I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;
and day by day this pathway smooths,
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?
