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1. My life flows on in endless song;
above earth’s lamentation,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
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?
2. When tyrants tremble as they hear
the bells of freedom 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?
3. What though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth;
what though the darkness round me close,
songs in the night it giveth.
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear that music ringing,
it sounds an echo in my soul.
How can I keep from singing?
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